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Lyrics:
He sits back in his chair Thinking how close Yet so far he had come To realizing his dream
A fist thrown through the air It strikes hard Shatters the thoughts up there Peace be with your spirit You’re not in it alone When you don’t understand just rely on the hope Of the promises that will never, ever grow old
He sits back in his chair Thinking how close yet so far He had come to realizing his fear
“I almost became a monster” he claims, It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to my nature, well maybe I did
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He sits back in his chair Thinking how close yet so far He had come to realizing his . . .
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