| Face the change
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| I’m not ashamed
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| To say
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| I take
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| Pleasure in burning all of my epitaphs
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| Search with out-stretched arms, a torch to hold on to
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| Turning the sands of time into glass
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| Push through here and beyond
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| Endure every trial, breaking in from the outside
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| Back to the struggle to then find strength in a starting over
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| I vowed not to spend my life comforted by enclosure
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| Better to cry out in pain than be uninvolved
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| Silent and lame to the life that beckons us
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| Sirens calling me over the hills and trails
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| There to wander so restlessly, bold and tireless
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| Seeking to broaden the lines dividing identity
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| Push through here and beyond
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| Endure every trial, breaking in from the outside
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| Back to the struggle to then find strength in a starting over
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| I vowed not to spend my life comforted by enclosure
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| Better to cry out in pain than be uninvolved
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| Silent and lame to the life that beckons us
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| The task at hand
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| To unleash the bondage
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| Of endless lives, pressures, actions, questions
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| Answers giving birth to questions
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| Unfolding like the petals of a lotus
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| Eternal longing until we die no more
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| Because you never hold on to the spoils you’ve won
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| All your triumphs in vain if you can’t embrace a change
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| All the paths I’ve been down, I still have never found
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| Something lasting through the years
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| But all these worthless fears that mean nothing
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| Compare your life, your loves
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| To the vastness of the endless stars above |