| Bittersweet, seeing the good in a hollow victory
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| But still I am incomplete
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| Why can’t I accept the mess I made
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| My way to new heights I have never imagined
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| Time to shake this hesitation
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| Show the world just what I’m made of
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| I’m burning up on the outside
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| While the fire dies within
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| A setback on the blindside has left me questioning again
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| Am I seeing the bright side or the end
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| Is it all in vain
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| With a turn of the tables silver linings fade to gray
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| And I’ve won every battle I thought I’d lose
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| My mind is racing through
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| The consequences of living without a doubt
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| That’s all I think about
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| All or nothing has always been my only way
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| I’m burning up on the outside
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| While the fire dies within
|
| A setback on the blindside has left me questioning again
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| Am I seeing the bright side or the end
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| Is it all in vain
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| With a turn of the tables silver linings fade to gray
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| Everything I’ve dared to dream is screaming back at me
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| Stand up and swing
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| Stand up and swing
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| I’m burning up on the outside
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| While the fire dies within
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| A setback on the blindside has left me questioning again
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| I’m burning up on the outside
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| While the fire dies within
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| A setback on the blindside has left me questioning again |