| So this is really how it goes
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| When you believe in something
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| So much that it hurts
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| It was my solemn oath
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| To achieve the near impossible
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| And I paid the toll
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| Predition was never too far off
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| Close the top
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| The ideals that had carried me so far
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| Would not be stopped
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| Higher than the height of all reason
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| I couldn’t let go of the notion that one day I’d reach it
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| If I kept believing
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| It was a one way track
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| I made the choice of never looking back
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| A dead end path
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| My undeniable truth
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| That could never be disproved
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| Such an earnest fool
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| Predition was never too far off
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| Close to the top
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| The ideals that had carried me so far
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| Would not be stopped
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| But at the end of the tunnel
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| I saw a light that wasn’t guiding, I was blind
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| It was the bottom of the well
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| I was so caught up in my own reflection
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| And into my abyss I fell
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| I got just what I wanted all along
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| And in the course of my descent, I discovered wieghtlessness
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| It became evident
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| As I neared oblivion
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| That I had one of two options
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| Most fall feet frist like cowards
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| But I dove headlong into beyond
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| Higher than the height of all reason
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| I couldn’t let go of the notion that one day I’d reach it
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| If I kept believing
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| But at the end of the tunnel
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| I saw a light that wasn’t guiding, I was blind
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| It was the bottom of the well
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| I was so caught up in my own reflection
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| And into my abyss I fell
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| I got just what I wanted all along
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| I’d reached the apex of hope’s spires
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| The furthest point from non-belief
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| The altitude was perilous
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| And temptation surmonted gravity, and now I’m gone |