| Holding on to my dream
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| Winter is coming to me
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| If there’s a mountain I must climb it
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| And that’s the way it must be
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| Day after day holding on
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| Night after night out of sight
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| Like a lifetime away I will never stop
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| Reaching for my dream
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Every chance is for us to find
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Never stop reaching when dream shades its light
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| Eternally a lifetime away
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| But I keep holding on
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| I can’t walk away from this dream
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| Looking through my window pane
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| Singing through the pouring rain
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| Since I realize I’ve been nothing to gain
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| And there’s no one to blame
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| I reach for mountain’s peaks
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| And yet I’ve just learnt to fly
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| And I’m staring at all these occupations
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| I must be losing my mind
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Every chance is for us to find
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Never stop reaching when dream shades its light
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| Eternally a lifetime away
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| But I keep holding on
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| I can’t walk away from this dream
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| In the hands of time
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| In the hands of time
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| In the hands of time
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| My mind
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Every chance is for us to find
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| In the hands of time we’re chosen ones
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| Never stop reaching when dream shades its light
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| Eternally a lifetime away
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| But I keep holding on
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| I can’t walk away from this dream
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| In the hands of time
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| In the hands of time
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| In the hands of time |