| This room barely alive
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| From all the ghosts we have
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| I witness in your eyes
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| We may have nothing left
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| What is the meaning of?
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| The lies we tell as truth
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| One thing I’m certain of
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| Is that I’ve little more to lose
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| Well faith means little if
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| We have no where to stand
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| This wound is deeper now
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| And I’m a broken man
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| You held your words. |
| A knife
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| The weapon armed again
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| But I’m not walking from
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| Our dream it grows as I begin
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| Giving up. |
| Not giving up. |
| Giving up
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| I used to feel us so on fire
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| And now I feel heat for the truth
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| With every flame of my desire
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| I’m not giving up on you
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| How love can teeter on
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| The edges of a blade
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| On either side it waits
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| The light and darkness play
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| I am not banking on
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| A simple twist of fate
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| I’m on a holy war
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| And how the battle ends today |