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To fall from the ladder that you've climbed so high |
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For true love, for victory, for the right to succeed. |
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Why do we always miss our last chance to try, but never the heartache of saying "goodbye"? |
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Heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving at their dreams that just passed by. |
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We were so fond. |
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But those moments are gone. |
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "goodbye". |
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Now the pieces fall and the chips are laid, but |
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I'm not the man that |
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I would have made or could have been. |
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But this is where |
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I find what trust is for: crying tears of faith that |
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God's got something more. |
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Heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving at their dreams that just passed by. |
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We were so fond. |
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But those moments are gone. |
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "goodbye". |
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THIS IS LI |
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FE AND WHO' |
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S TO SAY T |
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HE MAN I S |
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EE WON'T P |
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ALE IN THE |
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SHADOWS OF |
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THE MAN I' |
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LL BE... with my heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving goodbye. |
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We were so fond, but we have to move on. |
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "Goodbye". "Goodbye" to love, my first chance to succeed. "Goodbye" sweet victory, |
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I know there is something more for me |
