| In order to survive in this world
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| You must force off traditions
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| Put pride and pain on the backburner
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| And with a thousand symphonies at your back
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| Orchestrate the end
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| Force off traditions
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| Dismiss your selfishness
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| Orchestrate the end
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| And vanquish your dignity
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| So hold on just a little bit longer
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| «Just be strong» but I wish I was stronger
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| I can’t believe this heart’s still beating
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| When it’s racing to explode
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| And let go to the ones that you hold close
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| Or hold on as you feel them let you go
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| I can’t decide which one is worse or what hurts the most
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| They’ve the mercy of a shark
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| Wildly biting in the dark
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| Father shed the blood of a son
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| The real pain has just begun
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| Dear god
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| I think I’m ready to let go now of the weight that has held me down
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| But I’m not sure how…
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| Anger bound you to an early grave
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| Crucify your offerings
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| In the words of saints and allies
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| «Suffer, surrender, give up»
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| I said, I said, I said let go!
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| And put your burdens aside
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| Speak now and make the world divide
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| Let go!
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| Not even god can break you
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| Hail the face of a ghost, you aren’t unspoken
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| No more burden, pride or pain
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| Only you can halt this suffering
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| I think I’m ready to let go now of the weight that has held me down
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| But I don’t know how…
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| We are the sons of a broken world
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| Damnation for all the boys and girls
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| Mistakes with wings, we’re nothing short of beautiful |