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Right before my face the colors of the world fades away* |
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We are walking around like ghosts and I am overwhelmed by |
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the feeling of hopelessness. |
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A desperation settles in. |
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And all I want is for you to be proud of me. |
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Your hand is slipping out of mine. |
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'Cause all I want is for you to be proud of me. |
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A comfort I use to take for granted |
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I dry my eyes with the knowledge that I did what I could bare. |
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This is a song for the young believers. |
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A dedication to the keepers of the faith. |
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You make this choice if your in this to win it. |
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A dedication to the keepers of the faith. |
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I hold on to this memory that you had high hopes on me. |
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I know you don't, you don't. |
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I feel the cold surrounding me. |
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You're just letting me down. |
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This is a song for the young believers. |
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A dedication to the keepers of the faith. |
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You make this choice if your in this to win it. |
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A dedication to the keepers of the faith. |
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I'll catch the sun and bring it down for you |
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if it's you makes you warmer (makes you warmer). |
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So now you know that I'm back on my feet just to show you that I made myself a life |
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that you could be proud of and I wish that you could be there just to see me again |
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on the stage tonight singing songs in your name. |
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It's all in your name! |
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I scream my lungs out each night for a chance that you'll hear me. |
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But you never could hear me enough |
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I see a thousands other faces tonight |
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but no one recall your beautiful judging eyes. |
