| I’ve been searching for some common ground to rest my weary head
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| And gather my strength to confront the demons of my past
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| That still haunt my every step
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| Now the ashes of the friends I’ve burned are all that I have left
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| And I still find myself in question with the path I chose to take
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| Cause there’s still stories to be told
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| Cause there’s still stories to be told
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| Whoa, whoa
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| I’ve still so much to give and so much left to show
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| The truth be told I needed time to grow, so watch me grow
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| I won’t feel any shame, if I’m forced to change my fate
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| Because amongst your second guesses, there’s a reason I’m alive
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| There’s a reason I’m alive
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| I’m the captain of this ship, so I will go down with it
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| I’ll send life boats far and wide, so one day I’ll turn the tide
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| On everyone who wrote us off, cause they’ll soon learn we’ll never stop
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| And when there’s nothing left to lose, they’ll all set sail and follow suit
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| So this time we’ll remove the anchors that bind us to the depths
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| And we will walk across the shallows
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| Our mistakes laying wake to the tide
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| Because we all needed time to grow and now I’ll never let go
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| Because we all needed time to grow
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| Cause there’s still stories to be told
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| Whoa, whoa
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| I’ve still so much to give and so much left to show
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| The truth be told I needed time to grow
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| Is this the end of the road?
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| Cause there’s still stories to be told
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| Whoa, whoa
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| I’ve still so much to give and so much left to show
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| The truth be told, the truth be told
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| I needed time to grow
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| So watch me grow
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| Whoa, needed time to grow |