I was a superstar at everything
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and one by one I gave up all the rest
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I made a dream or two at best
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then I broke one bone and bruised the rest.
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So please just play a song
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where I can sing along
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Lift my hands up, raise my glass up high
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and leave the past sinking down in the water
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Raise my hands up high, to the falling sky tonight
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cause this is my life and this is my time
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I wrote my failures on my hands
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it turned into a book I'm yet to end.
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This story will progress
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when I fall flat on my face
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and get right back up again.
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These writing's will dissolve,
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as I sit back and sing along
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to the perfect song
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Lift my hands up, raise my glass up high
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and leave the past sinking down in the water
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Raise my hands up high, to the falling sky tonight
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cause this is my life and this is my time [3x]
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Coda
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A Day At The Fair |