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If I were to listen to my doubts |
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I'd think my time was running out |
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But I'm old enough to do it |
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And young enough to do it again |
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I'm not about to lose |
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I'm not about to lose |
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This feeling that I've found |
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If I were to listen to the sound |
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Of that little voice, I might turn back now |
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But I won't be taking fear's advice |
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Not after all I've sacrificed |
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I'm not about to lose |
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I'm not about to lose |
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This feeling that I've found |
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Though my heart is overcome at times |
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Still it knows |
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Where it's coming from |
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And where it must go |
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Just like an oak I'll take my stand |
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But like a willow I can bend |
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I'm not about to lose |
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I'm not about to lose |
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This feeling that I've found |