| I walk in shadows of the past
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| Ten thousand voices are calling me
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| And I ask myself: «Is this real or just a dream?»
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| Spotlights are shining in my eyes
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| I can feel the synergy, it makes me whole
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| So I ask myself: «Will I turn my world around?»
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| Then I brace myself, like a king that’s waiting to be crowned
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| I can be exceptional, sensational for you
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| And I could be acceptable, expendable to you
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| There’s so much static in the air
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| Power and eloquence enchanting all
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| Then I ask myself: «has it only just begun?»
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| Into the realm of the unknown
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| I live the fantasy inside my head
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| Then I ask myself: «It this the zenith of my soul?»
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| Yes I ask myself: «It's this the only thing
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| That makes you whole?»
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| I can be exceptional, sensational for you
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| And I could be acceptable, expendable to you
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| I won’t deny the lies and deception
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| I’ve sought, I’ve learned, I’ve grown
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| And I can be exceptional, sensational for you
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| And I could be acceptable, expendable to you
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| Yes I can be exceptional, invincible for you
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| But I might be delusional, pretending all I do |