| Do you feel, like a stone andinking on your own?
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| Through the chapters of your story, the calm before the storm.
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| Are you stuck, in a rage, that even you can fake?
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| From what’s burning deep inside, I open up my eyes.
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| And I’m strong, your words will not break.
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| A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
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| And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
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| Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on.
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| But I still, hear you calls, for a reason to hold on.
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| I’ve become numb, so numb.
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| And I’m strong, your words will not break.
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| A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
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| And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
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| Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on, I’ll carry on.
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| And I’ll turn, away.
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| And I’m strong, your words will not break.
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| A machine is what you’ve made, rushing to disarm, I’ll carry on.
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| And through this battlefield, without you I stand free.
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| Fear is here and gone, I’ll carry on. |