when there was a definite guide I couldn't be fully satisfied
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so I went off and lost my way I guess I'll open it, the treasured map inside my heart
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I'm searching for forgotten dreams
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even if I have to make some kind of sacrifice, I'll find them
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continuing on endlessly turning resolve into conviction
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I throw off my bulky clothing and become a strong-hearted traveler
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even if the treasure I found is just a mere rock
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if I collect and pile it up great courage
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even if I decide to take my time the dreams are filled with hope that won't change
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what I always want is a stimulus that will shake my heart
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no one has found it walking down muddy streets
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without changing dirtied shoes
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continuing on endlessly adding pride to resolution
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I throw off my bulky clothing and become a strong-hearted traveler
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someday holds everything and I'm ceasing to see the repeating dream
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if I've become unable to move from there
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it's okay to write in something new on the worn out map
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continuing on endlessly adding pride to resolution
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I throw off my bulky clothing strong-hearted
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continuing on endlessly turning resolve into conviction
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I throw off my bulky clothing and become a strong-hearted traveler
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