| Just had another change of plan, just choose another path again
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| Run free with the wind that changes shapes around the people who stand still
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| Don’t ever want to be blockaded in, no prisons on my continent
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| No one I feel inclined to love so I’ll go lighten on my own
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| Now I see its another make or break; |
| a little strength, a little leap of faith
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| Jump over rules that swim beneath and keep predictions in their place
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| Don’t care what the elders have to say, their rules don’t bend so they just
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| break
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| No thanks to them that it seems
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| These young dreams are all we breathe
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| How many years before my grave, how many chances of escape?
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| How many questions can I ask to keep myself from being brave!
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| When deeds are measured in their act, when thoughts are welcomes not attached
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| When one man’s dream becomes the truth and his opinion shapes the fact
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| And so it seems that life goes on, till you wake to find it’s gone
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| Within the passing of a day, summer suns that blend away…
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| And so I’ll see you in the crowd of all the people who found out
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| That our fear’s just of the doubt
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| These young dreams are all we breathe
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| Calling me calling me, I see places left to find
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| Calling me calling me, I see paths yet to align
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| Calling me calling me, I see spaces in my life
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| I see somewhere, some place, some times…
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| These young dreams are all we breathe |