| Don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| So fragile and breaking apart
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| Finding solace in the knowledge of what’s right
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| All that’s holy, sacred and divine
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| Guarding over all within its sight
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| Embracing with all of your heart
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| Give me your body and your soul
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| In greatness take all in your stride
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| Lend your courage to the task, to the masses hope and pride
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| Don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| You’re changing and biding your time
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| All the while you’re praying you’ll be saved
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| You’re hiding your beautiful mind
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| Unaware of what it means to embrace it and defend
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| So don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| Don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| The glory in the epic of life
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| Comforting, ensuring it survives
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| And don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| Embracing with all of your heart
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| Give me your body and your soul
|
| In greatness take all in your stride
|
| Lend your courage to the task, to the masses hope and pride
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| Don’t tell me it’s the end of everything
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| It always seems the darkest before the light
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| It always seems the darkest before the light |