| He used to lie awake counting breaths
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| Each one he used was one less left
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| Deep in his chest
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| The hope was gone
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| Of him getting out or him moving on
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| A hopeless song
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| Stirred in his head
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| Months at a time but he couldn’t lie
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| He couldn’t time and he couldn’t rhyme
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| Or express himself to save his life
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| He’d put his favorite records on
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| Innerparty and Linkin Park
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| He’d close his eyes and he’d sing along
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| But he’d never make it on his own
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| It’s not the time and it’s not the place
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| To have to eat your words
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| Cause it’s not the fall and it’s not the fail
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| It’s what you do right afterwards
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| And at these words I hope you rise
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| Dig in deep and then choose a side
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| Grab the mic and you’ll shock them all
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| With your steady hands and wild eyes
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| Wild fires deep inside
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| Torch them all and leave none alive
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| If some survive then tell your friends
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| A broken watch, a bad time
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| So here’s my match, let’s burn them all
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| Before the fall of man
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| It’s time to stand or stand for nothing at all
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| I hope you bury this deep in your mind
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| It carries on
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| (It's not like it was before)
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| It never dies
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| (So tell me now, what do you stand for?)
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| Before the scars and the secrets you hide
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| I’ll burn them all
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| (It's not like it was)
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| Your ghosts inside
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| (So tell me now, what do you stand for?)
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| Not long ago the darkest place
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| Shadows live and light escapes
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| Empty hands and hollow eyes
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| That never give and only take
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| One mistake you’ll come to see
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| Is how you doubted thoughtlessly
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| Is how you only recognize
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| The person that I used to be
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| So here’s my match, let’s burn it up
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| Take everything you can
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| Before you fly you know
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| You gotta learn to stand
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| And I’ve been there before
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| Their torches in hand
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| I’ll steady my feet
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| And learn how to stand
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| And I’ll burn alive
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| But you’ll know who I am |