| Love can be beautiful and true, and it’s said it is enduring
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| After what you have put me through, I’m not sure that I agree
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| Put faith in enemies more than in friends — they’re much less likely to betray
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| But faith is quick to fade, and when it ends there’s almost nothing that remains
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| Faith is quick to die these days, so often misplaced
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| With emptiness and sorrow, it quietly gives up the ghost
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| Leaving cynicism grinning in its wake
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| Love holds on a little longer; |
| its death is more violent
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| In the end, with choking sobs we pick up the pieces and grow
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| And in time we just might learn to love again
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| Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night
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| Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has
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| Hope dies last
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| There’s no dignity or shame when hope is put to death
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| There’s no words to soothe the pain and you’ll beg for the end to your breath
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| And yet hope will have you coming back for more
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| Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night
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| Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has
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| Hope dies last
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| I am hurt but have not fallen
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| I am wounded but unslain
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| I will lay me down and bleed for a while
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| Then I’ll rise and fight again
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| Is it just being stubborn in the face of futility?
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| Is it lack of self-respect? |
| Or is it bravery?
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| Maybe it’s foolish to hold on in vain
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| But hope is not prepared to lose its fight
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| Hope has no plans of going quiet into the night
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| Hope dies screaming and fighting with all it has
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| Hope dies last
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| It fights without concern for vanity
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| Dignity is sacrificed to desperation
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| But it might be the finest part of me
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| And I’ll thank God that hope dies last
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| Though it’s broken and bleeding
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| Hope dies last |