Cold as the sun on a winter's morning
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Your resolve still lies shivering
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A heap of ill-sighted plans
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So you think, so it shall be
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Dwelling on all that's happened now
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Since that day you were lucid
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And saw things all too clear
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It was easy, now it's grown dark
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Even though the wood surrounds you
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It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
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When the end is just within your reach
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Pushing you up against the wall
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You feel there's no one to cushion you from the fall
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You stumble, spending all your strength in vain
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Holding onto the cherished notion
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Things were different back then
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You lapse into the old you
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With all you see before your eyes
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Even though the wood surrounds you
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It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
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When the end is just within your reach
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Take it easy, chill chill chill
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You've got a penchant for pulling through these things
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It's alright, it's ok
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Even though the wood surrounds you
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It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
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When the end is just within your reach
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Your Reach
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| Ace Troubleshooter |
