On some days
To try would be crazy
The waves are like mountains
And the distance an avenue to certain death
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But some days
I think I can make it
The shore is glass, my heart is strong
And I slice through the water with graceful ease
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Then I’d arrive
To a hero’s welcome
The crowd chants my name
And power and riches are mine
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But when the press leaves
And the fanfare subsides
I’d kick up my feet, crack open a beer
And long for what I left behind
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