| What are you willing to lose?
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| You cover your wounds, but underneath them
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| A million voices in your head that whisper, "Stop, now"
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| Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws
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| It's all in your mind and it's fighting you
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| Arm yourself, a storm is coming
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| Well, kid, what you gonna do now?
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| It's your reflection looking back to pull you down
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| So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
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| You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
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| Fly, phoenix, fly
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| It's time for a new empire
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| Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
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| Phoenix, fly
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| And now you're playing with matches
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| Come out of the ashes underneath you
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| A million voices in the crowd they're screaming, "Stop, now"
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| We'll let 'em swallow their pride, you're turning the tide to true believers
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| Got them in the palm of your hand, you're playing God now
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| What you gonna do now?
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| It's your reflection looking back to pull you down
|
| So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
|
| You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
|
| Fly, phoenix, fly
|
| It's time for a new empire
|
| Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
|
| Phoenix, fly
|
| So are you gonna die today or make it out alive?
|
| You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly
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| Fly, phoenix, fly
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| It's time for a new empire
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| Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling
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| Phoenix, fly |