| Hope’s as high, as the sun today
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| Once around the world, now coming your way
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| The river runs, down the beggars beach
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| Claimed the waining moon, now out of reach
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| The street corner prince, with the pockets of gold
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| Had a story to sell, but it remained untold
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| One hand on the fence, that grows ever so high
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| There the grass is the same, still I want to the other side
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| Time will tell if I’m the fool, that made the climb and left the pool
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| People can barely stay afloat, they’re gonna need a bigger boat
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| Three’s the line, to change a man
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| To make the sun light up this land
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| It is not a single fantasy, when from solitude you lead me
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| To a brand new day, and a different game to play
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| I’ve been a bleeding heart on feet, spent my nights racing the streets
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| The endless rain might take a pause, when there’s a reason and a course
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| On open waters I set sail, to learn where others failed
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| Part II — The Meaning of Success
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| Did you fill them pages with a meaning to it all, or did summer turn to fall?
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| And your TV dinner got burned by shocking news, it left you with the blues
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| When the evening comes and you’re alone, then it haunts you once again
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| She’s not a lover, just a friend
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| There’s a fork in the road, late to work, now you’ll never get a raise
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| Is that a smile upon your face?
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| Who are you really gonna be?
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| Do you know that the apple never falls far from the tree
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| Hear the whispers in the wind
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| A change’s gonna come and it might crown you the king
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| How come people claim they want to live forever
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| When at work they can’t wait for the day to end?
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| On friday night you reset, you are drinking to forget
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| All the worries of the week
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| Dead men on their feet, they have pulse, but they have no heartbeat
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| Just a shadow on the street
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| John Doe of the show, don’t you know that there’s no place left to go
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| You will always be alone
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| Will you find your own place in the wheel
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| Will you do what they want you to, or do just what you feel?
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| And your wallet holds no thoughts
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| There goes your freedom, you’ve been bought
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| I turn the TV on again, the TV is my only friend
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| Another Hugh Grant remedy, a happy end to set me free
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| I turned my back on wonderland, I know that kingdom’s made of sand
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| So here I am a foreign man, without a helping hand
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| Ghostly figures casting doubt, on all I thought I was about
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| The laughing stops when I appear, the crowd is all in tears
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| The forecast tells that summer’s gone
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| Will I live to see another one?
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| Or is it just a stupid test, to find the meaning of success
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| I’m the rumour on your coffee break, I’m your first and last mistake
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| I’m a poet in a dying world, noone will hear my dying words
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| I’m the movie that you’ll never rent, I’m the ghost in the machine
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| I am God, when it goes to hell, when it turns out good I’m not to blame
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| I’m a drink that’s far too strong, perhaps you’d like another one?
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| A small part of this life, and the meaning I’ve found
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| Life goes up and life goes down
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| Part III — Child Inside the Man
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| In the shadow of the bitter artist, the voice of reason speaks
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| Aversion therapy wouldn’t help me to, confront the child inside the man
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| There ain’t no digits for how many times, a heart can be broken and fixed
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| Hope’s as high as the sun today
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| Heard a rumour down at the nightclub, couldn’t help to spread the word
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| Like fire though a corridor of paper, in print for the morning meal
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| Suddenly the world’s a little smaller, and all else is larger than life
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| Don’t leave me hanging upon the ageless door
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| Up north the trial goes on forever more
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| I take the flowers away from my grave and I walk the primrose path
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| Beyond the aftermath
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| We were ships that passed in the night and the lighthouse guided us home
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| We won’t end up all alone
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| I was tilting at windmills, and what you’re losing on the swings
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| You gain on the roundabouts
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| I discovered that just round the bend lies the meaning of success
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| Now this heart can finally rest
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| Part IV — After All
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| Talking to myself I no longer speak the truth
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| I’m not fooling anyone, I never left the pool
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| I never once did say the words, I never understood the words
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| But now they’re flowing naturally and I can see them perfectly |
| I am first to join the fools parade, towards the sunset, lover’s lane
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| I’m blind but I am unafraid, I’m colors in the shade
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| The wind that blows away the weight, broken backs now walking straight
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| Headlong into future dreams, carry me downstream
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| The pair whose eyes shall never meet, they’re passing strangers in the street
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| The ties that bind — they’re meant to be, it’s hope that moves their feet
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| The pawn in black is standing still, survived the turmoil, power of will
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| The queen that held the heart of men, to be revived again
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| I turned into a butterfly, spread my wings and learned to fly
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| The puppet masters fading face, eleven sins to erase
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| I know who I am gonna be, I fit into a different wheel
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| Thanks to you I’ll be alright
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| You’re the other half of the sky
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| And hope’s as high as the sun today
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| Once around the world, now coming your way
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| Every day I’m loving you
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| In every way I’m loving you
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| How it grows, the way it shines, it’s keeping me alive
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| As infinity forms a line, into the love that I define
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| Every day I’m loving you
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| In every way I’m loving you
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| How it shines, beyond belief, brighter than the sun
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| I am tired of the past, but it feels like this will last… |