| Break the silence
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| The clouds lift in the dawn inside my mind
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| Is the darkness casting a reflection?
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| Staring at a broken mirror wanting
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| Can’t ever realize
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| You say that you believe
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| But do you know the reason why?
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| Centuries of pain, under a paper sword
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| Arrows in words from the sky
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| Breaking dawn
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| (I am reborn)
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| Right the wrong
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| (The ark of justice)
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| Holding on
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| (By a thread I’ll)
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| Carry on
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| And rise above this
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| Pain
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| How you gently strip my confidence
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| Away
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| How your sweet caress is black and blue and
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| Gray
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| Archers at the ready, bows drawn aiming high
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| Arrows in words from the sky
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| Buried songs
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| (Anthems to a)
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| Frozen sun
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| (Her cold will strengthen)
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| Fighting on (This war, no more)
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| (Lift up your brother)
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| Night is long (My heart, so dark)
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| Keep pushing through this
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| Pain
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| How you gently strip my confidence
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| Away
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| How your sweet caress is black and blue and
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| Gray
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| Archers at the ready, bows drawn aiming high
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| Arrows in words from the sky
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| The sky is darkest just before the dawn so keep the faith
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| And wipe away your tears and wipe the spit off of your face
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| A spirit’s buried inside, you were meant to shine a light
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| Glow incandescent, let them fear the fire burning bright
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| Shine
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| Burn your fire
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| Bright
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| Burn away the
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| Pain
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| How you gently strip my confidence
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| Away
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| How your sweet caress is black and blue and
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| Gray
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| Archers at the ready, bows drawn aiming high
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| Arrows
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| Pain
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| How you gently strip my confidence
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| Away
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| How your sweet caress is black and blue and
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| Gray
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| Archers at the ready, bows drawn aiming high
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| Arrows in words from the sky |