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We can find that we have wandered so far from the path |
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We can find that we've lost sight of all of the things we really had |
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Now I've reached this destination, but I wonder where I've come |
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Where's the goal that I once dreamed of at a time when I was young? |
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As the earth gives way beneath my feet |
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And I stumble blindly all alone |
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Through an isolated plane of fear |
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Haunted by the dreams that I disowned |
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When the hourglass seems out of sand |
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And nothingness seems close at hand |
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You'll remember all you really had |
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And it brings things into focus |
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I can put aside the phantoms |
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Conjured by the sirens' songs |
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I can strive to find the meaning |
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And learn I knew it all along |
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I can look back to the life I had |
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And the things I wanted for myself |
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I can turn and try to walk the path |
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And ignore the search for something else |
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But if all we have is just one try |
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I want to live before I die |
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Does there have to be a reason why? |
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Would it bring things into focus? |
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So if all I have is just one try |
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I have to live before I die |
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I'm not sure I need a reason why |
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Just to bring things into focus? |
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But the hourglass seems out of sand |
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And nothingness seems close at hand |
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And I think of all I really had |
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And I want it back in focus |
