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The fire still burns, when you are gone. |
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Life in the |
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North goes on without you. |
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My fire will burn, with you or not. |
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My passion will overcome. |
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Year's end, coming home, and what do you have to show for yourself? |
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I amount to nothing more, than what they understand. |
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Feel the sense of confusion, for your wins you cannot explain. |
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See the lack of comprehension, over the ground you worked so hard to gain. |
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The fire still burns, when you are gone. |
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My fire will burn, with you or not. |
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We live for the thrill of the struggle. |
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We live for the love of our sorrows. |
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I fight the fight |
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I can never win, but |
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I fight the fight for the fight itself. |
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And so I am rich with failure? |
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Brutal north, bring me down again. |
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I guess these are the risks you take, when you've been gone for so many years. |
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Would they even look up from their tables, if suddenly you appeared? |
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The fire still burns, when you are gone. |
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My fire will burn, with you or not. |
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We live for the thrill of the struggle. |
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We live for the love of our sorrows. |
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Brutal north bring me down. |
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Brutal north bring me down again. |
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I stood at the foot of the mill again, like a metaphor of northern time. |
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I watched them burn off the excess, flames to the sky |
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The fire still burns, when your are gone |
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My fire will burn, with you or not |
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So many small losses, for one giant gain |
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Quiet victories spent alone, along the way |
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Now I wander the streets as out of place as the day |
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I left No better off. |
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Nothing has changed. |
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These are the risks we take... |
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I guess? Brutal north bring me down. |
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Brutal north bring me down again. |