| I found myself on this road again
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| The air I breathe tastes cold
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| All my life marionette in a poem
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| (It took me years — to realize)
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| My strings have been torn
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| (Whats on my clouded mind)
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| They say to me nothing can make this fade
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| That we will stay like this forever insane
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| (I leave behind this dream)
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| And I see clearly now
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| (That was never mine)
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| These deams were never mine
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| (I will play a lone hand
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| And start to shine)
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| We will stand here to lead you
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the last time
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the end
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| I found myself on this road again
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| The air I breathe tastes cold
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| They say to me nothing can make this fade
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| That we will stay like this forever insane
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| (I leave behind this dream)
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| And I see clearly now
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| (That was never mine)
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| These deams were never mine
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| (I will play a lone hand
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| And start to shine)
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| We will stand here to lead you
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the last time
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the end
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| With the heart of a poet
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| With the eyes of a friend
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| I won’t let myself down
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| Carry on like the wind
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| Above all the clouds
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| I won’t lose track
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| Above every mountain
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| I won’t look back
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| We will stand here to lead you
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| Tearing strings apart to keep you alive
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the last time
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the end
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the last time
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the end
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the last time
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| We’re singing out loud
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| Like this would be the end |