| There is no hope up in your eyes
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| As if the blue had left your skies
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| Sadness fills your cheeks of stone
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| Maybe you believe you are alone
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| Your face is shone with quiet despair
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| As if this was what you chose to wear
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| Your sin you strap upon your chest
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| As if there was no longer rest, longer rest
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| Your heart seems to have hit the floor
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| But I do believe you’re meant to soar
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| The enemy’s wounds, they must go deep
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| But I pray, the Lord, your soul to keep
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| There is no taking back those days a gone
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| But now it’s your chance just to move on
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| Make the best of the life you live
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| 'Cause before Him you soon will give
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| You soon will give
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up
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| You gotta make the best of what you got
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| Give it all your best shot
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| Take hold, don’t give up |