| The tyranny of deterioration
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| It worries me that it’s all just a waste of time
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| Taking one step forward, two steps back
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| Still I believe there’s a thread through the thorns
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| Yeah I believe that somewhere it’s warm
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| And I believe that it’s ever bright beyond this black
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| So keep holding on to hope without assurance
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| Holding on to a memory of light
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| But will the morning come?
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| For all I know we’ll never see the sun
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| But together we’ll fight the long defeat
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| The suffering that I see all around
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| It’s enough to keep me crashing down till I
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| I lie wrecked and reeling from these falls
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| Still I believe there’s a word in the wire
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| And I believe there’s a way through the fire
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| And I believe there’s a joy that blooms beyond these walls
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| So keep holding on to hope without assurance
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| Holding on to a memory of light
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| But will the morning come?
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| For all I know we’ll never see the sun
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| But together we’ll fight the long defeat |