| I’m here to tell you once again
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| This is the beginning of the end
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| Sacrificial emotions that torture the mind
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| Spiritual delusions that lead the blind
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| Questioning the motives of those that forsake
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| Adding kerosene to the souls that ache
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| I’m just a messenger my friend
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| I can not stop what you can’t end
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| Living for life!
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| And now I’m back here once more facing up with what I despise
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| Face to face
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| But when you stand up strong and don’t give in oh what a rise!
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| You can’t get back what you waste away while you think that life ain’t
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| Fair… Life ain’t fair!
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| Cause the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years they don’t really care
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| They don’t care!
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| Oh! |
| The tears and all the sweat
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| Oh! |
| That pain you’ll never forget
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| Oh! |
| The doubt that rips you apart
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| But oh! |
| The sweetness of each pulse of the heart
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| It’s a fight 'till the end
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| We’ll keep that fight 'till the end
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| They’ll be a fight 'till the end
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| It’s our fight to the end… Living for life!
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| I get so pissed, and sick, and tired, of all the lies
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| Sick of the lies!
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| But when you face the truth and battle on… oh what a rise!
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| So when you’re down so low and can’t find the strength to get back up
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| Get up!
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| We’ll be there in spirit screaming «yo get your fuck’n ass up!»
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| Get your ass up!
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| Oh! |
| The screams and all the cries
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| Oh! |
| The shame and all of the lies
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| Oh! |
| The little things that tear us apart
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| But oh! |
| The sweetness of each pulse of the heart
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| But now we’re living to live… Live your life!
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| Oh how we’re living to live… Living for life!
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| How we’re living to live… Live your life!
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| Now we’re living to live… Living for life!
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| When life gets hard, then hard is what you need to be
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| Cause there’s nothing wrong with going toe to toe with reality
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| There’s nothing more painful than the ending of the end
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| They’ll be no more warnings ever again
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| No more avoidance or looking back
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| Just the tortured remains of a brutal attack
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| Sadness was all you were trained to find
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| Brutally tortured by your own mind
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| You killed the messengers my friend
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| But that never kills the pain within |