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You say that this cannot be done
That you’re a fool to even try
You treat your prospects with disdain
A hundred thousand reasons why
You’re only ever bound to fail
You shoot your vision down in flames
You think your ideas are a mess
You think that dreams are pipedreams
No’s so much easier than yes
Send your ambition to the jail
Tell me, who are you
Who are you, the possible police
When you were just a hopeful child
Standing excited on the shore
Imagination running wild
It felt like you could fight a war
In that way that only children dream
But then the world came closing in
Debt, doubt, responsibility
You had to hold position
Much better not to set to sea
Than risk it all on some mad scheme
But tell me, who are you
Who are you, the possible police
Are you scared of what might lurk
In the dark corners of your mind?
Afraid of showing weakness
Terrified of what you’ll find
What if you’re nothing special after all?
But your champion is there
Still stood waiting on that beach
For you to give yourself permission
To push out way beyond your reach
And keep on even if you fall
So tell me, who are you
Who are you, the possible police
