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Back in the saddle again, |
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I feel alive |
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I was slowly fading |
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And all that |
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I wanted to be, but |
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I never been |
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Was slowly dissipating |
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And I believe in miracles |
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You know I've seen them time and time again |
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Now this one's mine |
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A wasted life was the road that |
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I was on I was running blind into the unknown |
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Just in the nick of time you found me at my worst |
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And brought me home |
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The battle starts in your mind |
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Then straight to the soul |
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It can leave you breathless |
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If only you can leave it behind |
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But it won't let you go |
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It seems the pages won't end |
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And I believe in miracles |
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You know I've seen them time and time again |
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Now this one's mine |
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A wasted life was the road that |
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I was on I was running blind into the unknown |
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Just in the nick of time you found me at my worst |
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And brought me home |
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When there was no way out |
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You found me in the darkest place |
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Just as I start to fade |
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I hear your voice, it's calling me |
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Saying, "You are not alone. I'm here to break these chains and take you home." |
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A wasted life was the road that |
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I was on I was running blind into the unknown |
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Just in the nick of time you found me at my worst |
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And brought me home |
