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My Pretty Life

They tell me to push, to finish my race Though I wonder these days, can I keep this pace? Nothing changed, same as it was long before The goal may shift, but they always keep score I guess that I failed them time and again But the blame's not mine, no... Nor was the plan. Is this pretty life I'm living All that I wanted it to be Is this silly path that I've led Worth more than the tears that were shed? Will this pretty life I'm living Ever look... Ever feel... Ever be... The way I know we all dream? At the end of old and start of the new I found that I could never ignore you Preoccupation with lofty modes of thought Has taken my mind down the tracks that you wrought Tore the veil and cleansed the mind's eye Was blind before. Oh... 'Til I looked to the sky Ideas converge and old dreams replaced This life I've led here will not go to waste My dreams are built from yours... The soul lifts to soar Ahead of me is the future I make And yes, I am aware of what's at stake But I do not have the luxury now To wonder if I'll regret this somehow I'll plunge headfirst into the heart of the storm Will I find you there? Where we completely transform?

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