To fall from the ladder that you've climbed so high
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For true love, for victory, for the right to succeed.
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Why do we always miss our last chance to try,
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but never the heartache of saying "goodbye"?
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Heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving at their dreams that just passed by.
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We were so fond.
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But those moments are gone.
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "goodbye".
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Now the pieces fall and the chips are laid,
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but I'm not the man that I would have made or could have been.
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But this is where I find what trust is for:
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crying tears of faith that God's got something more.
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Heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving at their dreams that just passed by.
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We were so fond.
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But those moments are gone.
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "goodbye".
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THIS IS LIFE AND WHO'S TO SAY
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THE MAN I SEE WON'T PALE IN THE SHADOWS OF THE MAN I'LL BE...
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with my heavy hands and sad, red eyes waiving goodbye.
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We were so fond, but we have to move on.
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Beloved times that our hearts find - sometimes we must say "Goodbye".
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"Goodbye" to love, my first chance to succeed.
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"Goodbye" sweet victory, I know there is something more for me
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The Best Of Times
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