| I keep the pace and traverse down this weathered road
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| To find some closure from the place that I called home
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| Jagged stones, stagnant water
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| Sleepless nights, is it over?
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| Yet, these past few weeks I’ve got to thinking
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| Will I ever resonate with the land I’m bound to be in?
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| No one can startle me
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| I am the strongest breed
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| If you take away what means most to me
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| My jaws of life will bite ferociously
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| Step back, the cliff is far too close now
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| Unless I leap with every bone
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| To find the aspiration that every day is not a clone
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| I keep the pace and traverse down this same old road
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| To find some closure from the place that you called home
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| I won’t die here
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| Is this my final stop?
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| Staring at a dimly lit door
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| Barron trees calmly swaying in the midnight snow
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| The air fills my lungs
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| With a chilled, northern cold
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| I am, and all I will be
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| It’s staring back within, it’s right in front of me
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| I won’t fall, through it all
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| I will vow, hear me now
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| This is who I am
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| I won’t let the world break me down
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| Is this my final stop?
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| Staring at a dimly lit door
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| Barron trees calmly swaying in the midnight snow
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| The air fills my lungs
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| With a chilled, northern cold
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| The breeze lifts my spirit
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| I am home
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| I now know my purpose
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| To judge those who are worth it
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| I now know my purpose
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| To maul those who deserve it |