| In the morning I’m a nobleman of honor
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| Like a knight with his stallion in his honor
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| On the battle day, with his only sons arm wrapped tight around the legs his
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| father
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| I’m a gentle kiss bye on the cheek off the one woman who he’ve ever truly loved
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| With a long hug, on the tears that falls from her face like rain on the water
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| When the sun sinks down in the dark sky
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| I think of the pain that come and pray that I’ll be alright, cause I know,
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| a momentary loss of control lerks just beyond that old horizon,
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| and even though I want badly to return to, a younger innocence is a hold that
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| I’ve learnt too
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| In the morning I’m alright
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| When the night comes
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| I’m a coward, I’m alone
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| And all the wicked seed I’ve sown
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| Looks down at a full grown forest of shame and regret for a sad, lonely man
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| How I wish I was strong
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| How I wish what I knew was true
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| Didn’t always show its ugly head
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| And I didn’t always have to cry when the night comes
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| When the sun rises high in the east sky
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| I look to the heavens thankful that I’m alive
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| I know I can survive because I got the drive
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| Look into my eyes you see the passion till the day I die, so as the sands of
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| time slip through my hour glass, I look to the future never back at the past,
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| then the sun starts to fall in the dust, and we take a glimpse of the evil
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| laying within
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| There’s a man laying there crying like a child, who’s wondering if hes really
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| ever truly smiled, he knows what’s it liked to walk about a thousand miles,
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| he’s seen all the tribulations, been through all the trails, he can’t seem to
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| break free the web he spun, the weight on his shoulders feels like a thousand
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| tons, he’s face bears a smile everytime he looks at the sky, but it’s a whole
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| different story when the night comes
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| I’m a coward, I’m alone
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| And all the wicked seed I’ve sown
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| Looks down at a full grown forest of shame and regret for a sad, lonely man
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| How I wish I was strong
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| How I wish what I knew was true
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| Didn’t always show its ugly head
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| And I didn’t always have to cry when the night comes
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| I’m a coward
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| I’m a shamed of the man I am
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| I’m alone
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| I’m a man of honor in the morning light
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| But when the night comes
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| I’m a coward, I’m alone
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| And all the wicked seed I’ve sown
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| Looks down at a full grown forest of shame and regret for a sad, lonely man
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| How I wish I was strong
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| How I wish what I knew was true
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| Didn’t always show its ugly head
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| And I didn’t always have to cry when the night comes
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| I’m a coward, I’m alone
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| And all the wicked seed I’ve sown
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| Looks down at a full grown forest of shame and regret for a sad, lonely man
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| How I wish I was strong
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| How I wish what I knew was true
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| Didn’t always show its ugly head
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| And I didn’t always have to cry when the night comes |