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Trapped in a room without walls* |
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Forced to walk this darkened road |
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When I come to a crossroad |
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And the way divides into three separate paths |
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I walk the one out of my dream |
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And awake in tears |
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As a blood-red sun is rising |
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The icy landscape flashing by |
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I've never felt such feelings |
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Never felt so alive |
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I run faster than ever before |
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And I know my destination |
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I had this dream, a vision of myself |
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Imprisoned, tormented, screaming for help |
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Now awake I realise, I see what I am |
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I feel more free than ever |
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I am my own king |
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Fears, enemies alike to be won |
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A path to make the past undone |
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I proudly watch the rising sun |
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The way to freedom has begun |
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Fueled by my own desire |
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I climb higher |
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Fueled by my inner fire |
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I reach my peak |
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I have always been running |
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Thinking I'm forced to |
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Now I know the truth |
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Freedom has begun |
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I stop and turn around |
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Seeing the path that I carved |
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My tracks in the snow |
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Show my independence |
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I led myself where I stand |
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Not forced nor guided |
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The tracks behind me fade away |
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And I ask myself a question |
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Will this last forever |
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This freedom |
