| Full of despair, inside a darkness
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| Self conscious and scared, held prisoner of war
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| Running out of air, buried in a sadness
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| Want a way out of this paralyzing world
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| And the sound of the cries when a family's loved one dies
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| It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides
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| When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows
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| What it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| Searching for a way to escape the madness
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| A dire need for change as we fight for better days
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| The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade
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| Holding in a cry for love, abandoned and afraid
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| When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows
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| What it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
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| I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
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| Until a difference is made
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| When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows
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| What it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| You can make it to the sunrise (Woh-oh, woh-oh-oh)
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| I won't go to my grave
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| Until a difference is made (until a difference is made)
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| Until a difference is made
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| From time to time, there arise among human beings, people, who seem to exude love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat |