it's twisted like a riddle

This road is anything but simple. Twisted like a riddle. I've seen high, and I've seen low. So loud, the voices over my doubts, are telling me to give up. But even so I had to believe. Impossible means nothing to me. So can you lift me up? Oh, lift me up.



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