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I wonder if when all is done |
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anyone heard my voice |
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from the start we have no choice |
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our journeys just begin |
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I'll never know if i was right |
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did i fight hard enough |
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for when the battles grew to rough |
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should i have given in |
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but here i stand and swear to you |
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i did the best that i could do |
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i know my voice was just a whisper |
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but someone may have heard |
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there were nights the moon above me stirred |
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and let me grab ahold |
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my hands...have touched...the gold |
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my hearts been driven by extremes |
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light with dreams tight with fear |
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but still god knows that i was here |
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and i was so alive |
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so now i lay the past to rest |
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for in the end i did my best |
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you have to live the life your given |
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and never close your eyes |
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you hold strong and stare into the sky |
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and burn against the cold |
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for any moment....you might find the gold |
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and there was joy |
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through it all |
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and i am standing tall |
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I know my voice was just a whisper |
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but someone must have heard |
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there were nights the moon above me stirred |
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and let my life take hold |
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i rode across that sky |
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and once i touched the gold |
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here in my own two hands... |
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i once held....the gold |
