| God has taken my eyes
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| If I see no reflection
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| How the hell do I know I’m alive?
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| As the darkness bleeds into my mind
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| The force that screams to give up
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| Is grave enough to carve my name into a stone
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| Inspired by hope or defined by disease?
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| If you knew what it meant to be me
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| Could you close your eyes and never say «never»?
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| Or would you call this the end of the road?
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| I’m running out of memories, a shell of what I used to be
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| As this curse drains the life out of me
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| God has taken my eyes
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| Yet blind faith couldn’t kill me
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| It just is what it is between him and I
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| I’ve made sense of my senses
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| And found my defenses internally
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| This is what sets me free
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| Inspired by hope or defined by disease?
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| If you knew what it meant to be me
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| Could you close your eyes and never say «never»?
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| Or would you call this the end of the road?
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| I’m running out of memories, a shell of what I used to be
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| As this curse drains the life out of me
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| Even if I never see again
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| I know I will breathe again
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| With the strength of a thousand men
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| I won’t let this be my end
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| Even if I never see again
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| I know I will breathe again
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| With the strength of a thousand men
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| I won’t let this be my end
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| Inspired by hope or defined by disease?
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| If you knew what it meant to be me
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| Could you close your eyes and never say «never»?
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| Or would you call this the end of the road?
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| I’m running out of memories, a shell of what I used to be
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| As this curse drains the life out of me
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| I won’t let this drain the life out of me |