| Here I am like fire in the rain
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| A man reduced to smoke and ashes in the wind
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| I can rise again but never be the same
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| A shift in atmosphere for you and me begins
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| I would give away my pride
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| But you’ll never have my life
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| There’s a storm that’s on the rise
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| On and on our battles rages on
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| This is us and this is where we are
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| Trapped behind our closing doors
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| We scream until we hear no more
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| This is where we stand or where we fall
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| Crushed if we don’t let it go
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| Trapped behind our closing doors
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| Greedy lust and a crippled sense of trust
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| Turned a lifetime’s worth of fire into dust
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| As we carelessly balance on a ledge
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| We turn our gaze away and slip over the edge
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| When there’s nothing left but rage
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| I have nothing else to give
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| Now a war is on the rise
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| On and on our battle rages on
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| This is us and this is where we are
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| Trapped behind our closing doors
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| We scream until we hear no more
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| This is where we stand or where we fall
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| Crushed if we don’t let it go
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| Trapped behind our closing doors |