| Young hope is growing old.
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| I’ll keep this torch burning bright
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| amongst the white flags in the night,
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| for all those who gave up the fight.
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| Walls where I carved my name have fallen down.
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| The streets where I used to walk are hidden in the dust now.
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| I breathe it in it weighs heavy on my lungs but I choose the bite my tongue.
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| I feel like a ghost in the city lights.
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| Familiar faces passing me by.
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| I’ll keep this torch burning bright amongst the white flags in the night.
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| With or without me the city never sleeps.
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| Leave it all behind.
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| Forget my name to make my name.
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| With or without me the city never sleeps.
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| All those drunken nights i can’t remember.
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| Broken on a bender disappearing in a haze.
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| I wish i could relive those days but this town has drifted so far away.
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| Pushing me back, one by one, I’m losing my reasons to stay.
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| Judgemental eyes front the guilty jury one by one they fade away.
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| I feel like a ghost in the city lights.
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| Familiar faces passing me by.
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| I’ll keep this torch burning bright amongst the white flags in the night.
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| With or without me the city never sleeps.
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| Leave it all behind.
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| Forget my name to make my name.
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| With or without me the city never sleeps.
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| Young hope is growing old.
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| I’ll keep this torch burning bright. |