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Here's the edge, |
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this is the moment |
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when all the fear floods in apace. |
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Time to clear my head, |
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my demeanour emboldened, |
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of trepidation betray no trace. |
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Time to put on my bravest face. |
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Quite the nine-stone weakling, |
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who am I trying to kid |
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that I can carry all before me |
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as my heroes did? |
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Unafraid, oh what I'd give |
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to walk the walk with my head held high, |
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to stare down my demons. |
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But sadly I'm not remotely like |
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that kind of guy. |
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Bluster and bravado, every human power, |
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I summon up what strength I have |
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to face what cows me down. |
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Now's the hour. |
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Frozen in the spotlight, |
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frightfully exposed |
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in my sad efforts to sustain |
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a heroic pose. |
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Though I'm scared as hell |
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still I know it's only natural |
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to feel so vulnerable and alone: |
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in extremis we're on our own. |
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It's time to take my place |
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and hold my head up, |
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time to wear with grace |
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my bravest face. |