| In the beginning there was a simple deed to be done
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| To expand this narrow idea of a world
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| My past self now nothing but a memory
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| Looking ahead I see a face gleaming in content
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| During a brief moment, suspended in white light
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| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness
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| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward
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| And so I shaped a goal to achieve in a single stroke of a brush
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| Painting a complete picture of my future
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| This specter now and then following me, trailing me behind
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| I’m chasing a mirage glimmering in the distance
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| Thinking about all the intersections crossed
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| All those that are yet to come
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| I detrude myself yet another time
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| Only to take the next step
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| Did I take a wrong turn?
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| Do I fall short in the end?
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| Did I take a wrong turn?
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| Do I fall short in the end?
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| During a brief moment, suspended in white light
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| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness
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| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward
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| Driving me to desperate measures
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| My likeness won’t let me rest
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| The shadow again is closing in on me
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| The momentum shifts in favor of greater meaning
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| Something genuine forms into the purpose I need to live
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| During a brief moment, suspended in white light
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| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness
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| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward
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| In the beginning there was a simple deed to be done
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| To expand this narrow idea of a world
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| During a brief moment, suspended in white light
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| In my mortal fear I created this shadow my likeness
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| Fueling me, haunting me, propelling me forward
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| Something genuine forms into the purpose I need to live |