| Here I am, facedown
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| The self-doubt starts to rise
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| Like the burning sun when I open my eyes
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| I’m in the eye of the storm (the storm), but I’ll push forward
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| Walking the hard mile wearing a smile
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| Shackled no more by insecurities
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| I broke out of the cell
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| Unchained my mind and swallowed my doubt into the blackness of hell
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| I’ve grown to love the pain
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| I’ve grown to love the pain
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| Hardened by torment and trial, we break the mold
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| Calloused and cold, not afraid to fail
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| Life’s not a bed of roses, it’s a bed of nails (It's a bed of nails)
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| Bed of nails
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| I got air in my lungs and my heart is still beating
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| Bed of nails
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| I’m not afraid to fail
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| Always wounded winded beaten and bruised (Beaten and bruised)
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| Dazed and confused but I’m still standing
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| This is my legacy and I refuse to be a product of fear
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| Calloused and cold, not afraid to fail
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| Life’s not a bed of roses, it’s a bed of nails (It's a bed of nails)
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| Bed of nails
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| I got air in my lungs and my heart is still beating
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| Bed of nails
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| I’m not afraid to fail
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| These are the times that try at a lesser man’s soul
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| Hardened by torment and trial, we break the mold
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| Calloused, cold, out of control
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| We break the mold |