| How long can this journey go on? |
| Will I find the place I’m meant to go?
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| Will dreams fall down around us, just like the winter snow?
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| Another year has come and gone. |
| Will my luck hold on for one year more?
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| How long can this journey go on? |
| Will I find the place I’m meant to go?
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| Will dreams fall down around us, just like the winter snow?
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| Another year has come and gone. |
| Will my luck hold on for one year more?
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| I think of how far I have come, and what’s been left behind
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| When will they carry my body down? |
| When will they carry my body down?
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| Will they take it from the river after I’ve jumped right in and drowned?
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| Will they find it on the battlefield, on the spot I stood my ground?
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| I walk alone, I walk apart. |
| Someday, I’ll wander no more
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| I search to find what I have lost and that which I’ve never known
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| And when I find that I have gone across that river I know
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| I’ll take only my memories, and things that might have been
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| When will they carry my body down? |
| When will they carry my body down?
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| Will they cut it from a hangman’s noose after the sentence has come down?
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| Will anyone be there to morn a villain’s passing to the ground?
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| When will they carry my body down? |
| When will they carry my body down?
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| When will they carry my body down? |