| I’m becoming something new.
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| Overcome by the way I’ve found and lost it all.
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| All again in another fall and I’ve seen it done a thousand times before.
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| And I can’t believe it’s gone again,
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| That it’s gone again.
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| Will this time provide me with the reason why?
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| My anger opens up the way that I should see myself
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| And maybe pass me by when I can’t take no more.
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| I can’t take no more.
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| Faith won’t fool me But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
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| But I’ve got to believe in «The only way I know is mine.»
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| I’m becoming something new.
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| Overcome by the way I’ve found and lost it all.
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| All again in another fall and I’ve seen it done a thousand times before.
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| And I can’t believe it’s gone again,
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| That it’s gone again.
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| Faith won’t fool me But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
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| But I’ve got to believe in «The only way I know is mine.»
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| The metamorphosis begins to alter what I am,
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| My fabric, what I am within.
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| When I begin to show the signs,
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| I’ll start this journey with such trepidation,
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| Should I find the only way I know is mine!
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| The only way I know is mine!
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| But I’ve got to believe in what I know when I lose direction.
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| But I’ve got to believe in «The only way I know is mine.»
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| The only way I know is mine. |