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Something keeps me hesitating |
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Although I've been waiting, waiting |
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Waiting for the open door |
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To show me that it leads to something more |
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Untouched party invitations |
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Smoke and mirror decorations |
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Is there cause for celebrating |
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As I stand here waiting, waiting? |
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All your dreams are products of smoke machines |
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(Unclear) |
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All the doors you walk through you've closed before |
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(No hesitating now) |
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Destiny: Nothing more than an open door |
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(Walk through) |
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Move your feet, your steps make a new beat |
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And you are dancing now |
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Time slips by |
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The mirror's shine will fade |
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But you will grow to be the shine inside |
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The smoke can't hide the spirit wanting you to set it free |
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Once I was a fading child |
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I'd disappear more every year |
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Till I could see through my skin |
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But lost sight of where I begin |
