| The moon is down
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| And heaven is waiting
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| For us to find her in our sites
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| With focus that’s strong
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| But my strength keeps slipping
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| Now we’re all the terminal cases
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| (We're all the terminal cases)
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| But we’re so determined to thrive
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| And those with defeat on their faces
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| (Those with defeat on their faces)
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| Are those that we must keep alive
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| And I admire your strength
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| You keep us going on
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| You keep us going on
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| You keep us fighting long after the fire
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| You’ve measured our strides
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| Marked the degree of our fever
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| Charting the log
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| Made sure the temperature’s rising
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| To fan the flames
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| And brandish our new courage proudly
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| As if it were ours from the outset
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| (As if it were ours from the outset)
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| As if we were never alone
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| The moon is down
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| And heaven is waiting
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| For callers and entries
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| As we’re calling out
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| «This is ours, ours, ours
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| This one is ours!»
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| Now we’re all the terminal cases
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| (We're all the terminal cases)
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| But we’re so determined to thrive
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| And those with defeat on their faces
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| (Those with defeat on their faces)
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| Are those that we must keep alive
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| And I admire your strength
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| You keep us going on
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| You keep us going on
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| You keep us fighting long after the fire |