| Maybe someday someone will love me
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| for what I am (instead of what I should be.)
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| Until that day I’ll just sit here weeping,
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| chasing dreams is like shadow leaping.
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| The face behind the mirror — an unrecognised reflection,
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| his eyes look old and tired — filled with bitter recollection.
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| The cross that he has carried was a burden I have made,
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| It’s a baptism of tears — they are the seas in which I bathe.
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| 'Cause there’s a fire in my heart — but I can’t breathe for the smoke,
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| seems that I’m living proof my life’s a practical joke.
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| There’s a wind in my sails (but I have lost all my direction),
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| with no stars to guide me now you’re not here beside me anymore.
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| Somehow, somewhere you will discover
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| a love so sweet that it taste like no other,
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| and on that day may you both drink deep
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| from that grail we found — but then we failed to keep.
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| It’s a lesson I’ve learned well — some things just cannot be,
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| the key that will unlock your soul is someone else (not me).
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| But if you should remember — hope you smile and wish me well,
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| as I walk my path to heaven through ten thousand miles of hell.
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| I stand alone against the cold grey sky,
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| it was blue that day (but not as blue as I).
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| I left my hearts high on that Roman hill,
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| I’ll wait a thousand years but it will be there still.
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| Holding hands in silence as the day came to an end,
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| we climbed up there as lovers — then we walked back down just friends.
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| I’ve know my share of heartaches, never thought of them as bad —
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| but had never quite imagined I could ever feel this sad. |