I've always done
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what's right for me
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I never asked for sympathy, compassion
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I've always offered
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what it takes
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to fit the frame my
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mirror makes
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I always thought
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I had the key
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to be the man
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I wanna be
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but now I know
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I'll never find
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the man who lived
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inside my mind
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Falling, I'm falling
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I'm one step behind
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My dream was
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my way,
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so precious, so plain
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a lifetime in vain
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the tide is on time
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and water confines
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the dream of my life
|
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May be my versatility
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absorbed all common
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sense in me
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I thought the word
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was mine to keep
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by dint of my authority
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I swear I'd perish
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at the stake
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to pay the price
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for my mistakes
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but now my time is
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running low
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I've lived on a visions
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far too long
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Falling, I'm falling
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I'm one step behind
|
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My dream was
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my way,
|
so precious, so plain
|
a lifetime in vain
|
the tide is on time
|
and water confines
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the dream of my life
|
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Hope my misery
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doesn't show
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shady memories
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won't let go
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sometimes, when
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the crazy thunder
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roams my head
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I can only prey
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that somehow
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my dream's to blame
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My dream was
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my way,
|
so precious, so plain
|
a lifetime in vain
|
the tide is on time
|
and water confines
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the dream of my life
|
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Water Confines
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| Conception |
