When I fell from grace
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I never realized
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how deep the flood was around me.
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A man whose life was toil
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was like a kettle left to boil,
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and the water left scars on me.
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I know now who I am.
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If only for a while,
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I recognize the changes.
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I feel like I did before the
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magic wore thin and the "baptism
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of stains" began.
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They used to say I was
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nowhere, man,
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heading down
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was my destiny.
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But yesterday, I swear,
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that was someone else not me.
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Here I stand at the crossroads edge,
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afraid to reach out for eternity,
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One step, when I look down,
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I see someone else not me.
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Looking back and I see
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someone else.
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All my life they said I
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was going down,
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but I'm still standing,
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stronger, proud.
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And today I know there's
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so much more I can be.
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From where I stand at the crossroads edge,
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there's a path leading out to sea.
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And from somewhere
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deep in my mind,
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sirens sing out loud
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songs of doubt
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as only they know how.
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But one glance back reminds, and I see,
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someone else not me.
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I keep looking back
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at someone else... me?
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Someone Else?
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Queensryche |