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I walk in shadows of the past |
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Ten thousand voices are calling me |
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And I ask myself: "Is this real or just a dream?" |
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Spotlights are shining in my eyes |
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I can feel the synergy, it makes me whole |
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So I ask myself: "Will I turn my world around?" |
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Then I brace myself, like a king that's waiting to be crowned |
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I can be exceptional, sensational for you |
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And I could be acceptable, expendable to you |
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There's so much static in the air |
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Power and eloquence enchanting all |
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Then I ask myself: "has it only just begun?" |
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Into the realm of the unknown |
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I live the fantasy inside my head |
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Then I ask myself: "It this the zenith of my soul?" |
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Yes I ask myself: "It's this the only thing |
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that makes you whole?" |
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I can be exceptional, sensational for you |
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And I could be acceptable, expendable to you |
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I won't deny the lies and deception |
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I've sought, I've learned, I've grown |
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And I can be exceptional, sensational for you |
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And I could be acceptable, expendable to you |
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Yes I can be exceptional, invincible for you |
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But I might be delusional, pretending all I do |
