| Here I go again, making life a living hell
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| Feeling so, so sorry
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| Here I go again, I know it’s right
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| Living mine quite a ride, being me should be so nice!
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| Here I stand, face to face with my own self
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| Hate to be so sorry
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| Here I stand again, I know the fight
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| Facing me is quite a ride being me is never boring
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| What can I do to make it right?
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| What does it take?
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| And when shall I be my paragon, my virtue of perfection?
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| No!
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| Here it comes again
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| Don’t you dare to let it in
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| It’s your own fear that will bring you down
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| And there is no one but you who can stop it
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| Here I am again
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| Killing dreams, I do that well
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| And once more I’m sorry
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| Here I am again
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| I should feel pride
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| But instead I feel uptight
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| Being me is quite a flight
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| Here I stand hand in hand with my own self
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| Try to tune out the sorry’s
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| Here I am again, I should feel right
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| Luck is always on my side
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| All those chances I get so easily
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| So when shall I be my paragon?
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| What can I do?
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| No!
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| Here it comes again
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| Don’t you dare to let it in
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| It’s your own fear that will bring you down
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| And there is no one but you who can stop it
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| No!
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| Here it comes again
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| Don’t you dare to let it in
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| It’s your own fear that will bring you down
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| And there is no one but you who can stops it |