| It’s the final showdown,
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| There’s no use looking back,
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| Focus on the positives,
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| Leave behind the rest,
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| I’ve been feeling shot down,
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| Drowning sorrows pain,
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| It’s such a lonely dark place,
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| Where love can turn to hate,
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| Where souls get washed away
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| Funny some things we can never say,
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| All we ever feel is the isolation,
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| Biting on tongues as we walk away,
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| Come on, come on, come on.
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| We’ll get through this,
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| Open that book to another page,
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| A little more give and a little less take,
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| Isolation
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| Heading out alone south,
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| With thoughts still growing strong,
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| Mountain views on both sides,
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| There’s so much space to run,
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| It’s where your heart feels young
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| Funny some things we can never say,
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| All we ever feel is the isolation,
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| Biting on tongues as we walk away,
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| Come on, come on, come on.
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| We’ll get through this,
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| Open that book to another page,
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| A little more give and a little less take,
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| A little more love a little less hate,
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| Come on, come on, come on.
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| We’ll get through this
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| Take us back alone to that place,
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| To find where we belong,
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| Take us back alone to that place,
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| Alone…
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| It’s the final showdown,
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| I think we’ll make it…
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| Funny some things we can never say,
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| All we ever feel is the isolation,
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| Biting on tongues as we walk away,
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| Come on, come on, come on.
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| We’ll get through this,
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| Open that book to another page,
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| A little more give and a little less take,
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| Isolation |