| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| It’s a crying shame to lose the game
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| As a prisoner in a picture frame made for you and me
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| If only we could see the invisible chains
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| The invisible chains
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| Why do we fight both day and night?
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| Doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
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| The end is still the same, we’re breaking from the strain
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| Of the invisible chains, the invisible chains
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| When I was a little boy
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| Vivid dreams were my favorite toy
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| Sweet music set me free, I closed my eyes to see
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| The invisible chains, the invisible chains
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| Now I’ve grown to be a man
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| Gotta make my way with my own two hands
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| Wish that I could be absolutely free
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| From the invisible chains, the invisible chains
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Making my way toward my redemption
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| This prison is of my own invention
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| What will it take to capture my attention?
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| Love will help part the sea, dark sea that’s inside of me
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| That holds these invisible chains, the invisible chains
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way
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| Where there’s a will there is a way |