| Back in the saddle again, I feel alive
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| I was slowly fading
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| And all that I wanted to be but I never been
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| Was slowly dissipating
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| And I believe in miracles
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| You know I’ve seen them time and time again
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| Now this one’s mine
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| A wasted life was the road that I was on
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| I was running blind into the unknown
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| Just in the nick of time You found me at my worst
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| And brought me home
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| The battle starts in your mind then straight to the soul
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| It can leave you breathless
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| If only you can leave it behind but it won’t let you go
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| It seems the pages won’t end
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| And I believe in miracles
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| You know I’ve seen them time and time again
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| Now this one’s mine
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| A wasted life was the road that I was on
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| I was running blind into the unknown
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| Just in the nick of time You found me at my worst
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| And brought me home
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| When there was no way out
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| You found me in the darkest place
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| Just as I start to fade
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| I hear Your voice, it’s calling me
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| Saying, «You are not alone
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| I’m here to break these chains and take you home»
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| A wasted life was the road that I was on
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| And I was running blind into the unknown
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| Just in the nick of time You found me at my worst
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| And brought me home
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| A wasted life was the road that I was on
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| And I was running blind into the unknown
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| Just in the nick of time You found me at my worst
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| And brought me home |