| Monday morning brings the sunrise
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| A welcome sight — a sight for sore eyes
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| I owe my answers now to no one
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| Flying high and anchor free
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| A mirror image passes me
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| If I had only taken one chance
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| Stepped up on the stage for all to see
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| And I can’t believe I waited for tomorrow
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| I can’t believe I’m back here once again — so naive
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| And the broken white lines lead back to zero
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| Here I am once again
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| And again I can’t believe
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| Am I fine or am I crazy
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| It’s all in who you’d ask and what they’d say
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| I owe my answers now to no one
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| Flying high and anchor free
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| A mirror image passes me
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| If I had only taken one chance
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| Stepped up on the stage for all to see
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| And I can’t believe I waited for tomorrow
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| I can’t believe I’m back here once again — so naive
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| And the broken white lines lead back to zero
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| Here I am once again — and again — and again
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| I can’t believe I waited for tomorrow
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| I can’t believe I’m back here once again — so naive
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| And the broken white lines lead back to zero
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| Here I am once again
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| And again I can’t believe |