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Get up off the ground and save yourself. We are prisoners to regret when we |
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replay mistakes over and over again. We are so tied to the absolute, but what |
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does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? It's the call to the warrior as |
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we dissolve into resolve. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep |
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marching on. And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For |
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they cannot preach both free will and fate. My lungs have set fires. Fickle men |
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will not decide my destiny. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. It's on this |
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road, we have learned the face and shame of betrayal and all of it's names, and |
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all of it's names. In the sand the line's been drawn. But we keep marching on. |
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And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way. For they cannot |
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preach both free will and fate. How the deaf are blessed. My lungs have set |
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fires. It's the call to the warrior. Here I stand, I will hold my ground. Here |
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I stand. So get up off the ground. |
