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I try to stop to hold my breath and wonder what I'll find.
Behind the door something stirs,
But only in my mind
Chorus
If you listen to your fears and you follow foolish dreams believing that they're
real not quite what they seem.
Then you can write a different story
I came across a different place
A different way of life
Looking for the time I've lost, to put the past behind
Sometimes I try, sometimes I fail, and sometimes I close my eyes
Different places that I've found
That were only in my mind
Chorus
If you listen to your fears and you follow foolish dreams believing that they're
real when they're not quite what they seem
If you listen to your fears and you follow foolish dreams believing that they're
real when they're not quite what they seem
If you listen to your fears and you follow foolish dreams believing that they're
real when they're not quite what they seem
Then you can write a different story….
Then you can write a different story….
Then you can write a different story…
Then you can write a different story…
Then you can write a different story…
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