| Now I can’t taste
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| The war that I’ve been fighting
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| Start to fall
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| But I’m still standing here
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| Behind the wall of dying flame
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| I can’t forget
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| The fight is growing stronger
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| Face to face
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| With hopes of longer days
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| To feel something we should save
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| I stand alone I’m on my own
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| My hands will bleed
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| I’m holding on to what is gone
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| What’s left of me?
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| I’m falling down
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| But I should find my strength in this
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| A light
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| The push to reconnect my heart
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| For what it’s meant to give
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| I stand alone
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| I’m on my own
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| My hands will bleed
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| I’m holding on
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| To what is gone
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| What’s left of me?
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| Walk
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| Fall
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| Stand again so I can
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| Walk
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| Fall
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| Stand again so I can
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| Walk
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| Fall
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| Stand again so I can
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| Fall
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| I stand alone
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| I’m on my own
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| My hands will bleed
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| I’m holding on
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| To what is gone
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| What’s left of me? |