I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse,
But its there and its happening to me along the way.
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
But the dinners always waiting at the table long the way, yeah.
What you see, not for me, isnt what you planned to be,
But youll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
And well try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.
Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.
But forget, dont regret, to find love and happiness
Unless youre willing to be strong when they are gone along the way.
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
Until we see each other once more on the path along the way.
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