| Would the sun shine with more colors
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| Or the flowers have more scent?
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| Would the clouds pass unnoticed
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| If I cross these pasths again?
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| Would I build the castle, would I bet on that old dream?
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| Would I taste the sweetest apple full of life instead of sin?
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| And I know I’ll try
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| Even though I can’t forget the many tears I’ve cried
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| Look up high, above the sky
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| Even though I cannot see the shine of the brighter star
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| I am not the same, I learned the hard way
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| I have to go on
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| «Candlelight, dancing flames in a stormy cold night»
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| None first time will be the last chance
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| I will learn to fight
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| And i’ve got to hold on tight
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| If I only knew before
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| And if I forgive myself
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| Maybe I have een forgotten like that muse of that old song
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| Tantrum of an infant, maybe right or maybe wrong
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| Strange old recollection of my hands in a bare ground
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| When I was young and strong to carry on
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| Striving to belong
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| And I’ll try to look up high
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| For all those years when days
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| were night and many times I’ve died
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| Cause I know how to survive
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| For all those tears, for all the fear
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| For a better tomorrow
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| For yesterday I’ll try
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| «Candlelight, dancing flames in a stormy cold night»
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| None first time will be the last chance
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| I will learn to fight
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| And i’ve got to hold on tight
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| If I only knew before
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| And if I forgive myself
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| For all the tough roads
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| For the dust I bring with me
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| Like a memory, walking astray
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| Still remind me what made the deepest cut
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| It’s been a long way
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| «Candlelight, dancing flames in a stormy cold night»
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| None first time will be the last chance
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| I will learn to fight
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| And i’ve got to hold on tight
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| If I only knew before
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| And if I forgive myself |