| From mass graves we learn to sing
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| From hallowed ground to self esteem
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| We can set aflame the night, and burn away these tired lives
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| And do more than just survive
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| Past the point of surrender
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| Because there’s nothing left if nothing’s gonna change
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| The time is now or it’s never
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| In this dying world of pain and misery
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| There’s nothing left in self-deceit
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| Unspoken guides to our defeat
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| Torches to paradise, burn away these tired lives
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| Do more than just survive
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| Past the point of surrender
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| Because there’s nothing left if nothing’s gonna change
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| The time is now or it’s never
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| In this dying world of pain and misery
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| With ardent lies they mold deceit
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| And fan the flames of pain and misery
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| But we can’t fight our own brokenness
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| And learn to thrive within the madness from these mass graves
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| We learn to sing, and burn away these lives of agony
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| From these mass graves
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| Torches to paradise will light our way
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| Past the point of surrender
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| Because there’s nothing left if nothing’s gonna change
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| Past the point of surrender
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| In this dying world of pain and misery
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| Surrender
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| Surrender |