| The dark is always coldest before dawn as the day is slowly drawn
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| And sunlight and daybreak expose all the wrongs
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| From the night before, we wanted so much more
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| Now all we crave is rest and retreat
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| Give me rust over gold like a strength when I’m old
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| A balance between the light and dark and a cause to uphold
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| Give me love over hate, a meaningful fate
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| And an honest and humble ability to appreciate
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| Loss is always hardest at the start as it breaks the heart
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| And severs the ties of what once was
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| As we move on and realize what’s now gone
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| Learn to celebrate the times we once had
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| Give me rust over gold like a strength when I’m old
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| A balance between the light and dark and a cause to uphold
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| Give me love over hate, a meaningful fate
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| And an honest and humble ability to appreciate
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| Do you ever stop and think how come?
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| Have you ever wondered why we’re so numb?
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| Though it may not matter in the end
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| I just can’t help but ask will we ascend the weak end?
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| Give me rust over gold like a strength when I’m old
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| A balance between the light and dark and a cause to uphold
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| Give me love over hate, a meaningful fate
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| And an honest and humble ability to appreciate |