| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But I know, I know there’s no going back
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| And there’s nothing worse in this dying world
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| Than a man defined by the things he lacks
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| And I don’t know what the future holds
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| Or what is left…
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| What’s left for me?
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| But I find myself somewhere between
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| What never was and what will never be
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| What’s left for me?
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| We stood and watched the darkness fall
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| But never made a sound
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| And everything I ever loved
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| Lay dying on the ground
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| What’s left of me…
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| What is left of me?
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| Foundations crumble
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| Structures rust
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| I’d rather be ashes than a pile of dust
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| ONE
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| STEP
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| BEYOND |