| My white flag is stained red with blood
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| From attempts to surrender
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| Your best bet is to turn and walk away
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| Broken legs, I will do my best
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| To stand and not falter
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| Enemies charge with weapons drawn
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| Right in front of me
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| Fall on my face
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| Open my eyes, I’m staring at the ceiling
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| The ceiling fan looks down at me in disbelief
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| How could you have been so blind?
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| Why do you let your guard down every time?
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| Take my hand, walk with me tonight
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| And help to remember
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| Times we shared back when we were strong
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| Memories of that empty beach in early September
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| When I had all I’d ever need
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| Right in front of me
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| Fall on my face
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| Open my eyes, I’m staring at the ceiling
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| The ceiling fan looks down at me in disbelief
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| How could you have been so blind?
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| Why do you let your guard down every time?
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| Just know that I’m not giving up
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| I’ve got a little fight left in my heart
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| And if you plan to leave me now
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up…
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| Take your swings then take one more
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| The other cheek is bruised and torn
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| I hear your threats, I feel your hate
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| I’m screaming back with love and praise |