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The moon is down |
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And heaven is waiting |
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For us to find her in our sites |
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With focus that's strong |
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But my strength keeps slipping |
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Now we're all the terminal cases |
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(We're all the terminal cases) |
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But we're so determined to thrive |
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And those with defeat on their faces |
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(Those with defeat on their faces) |
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Are those that we must keep alive |
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And I admire your strength |
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You keep us going on |
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You keep us going on |
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You keep us fighting long after the fire |
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You've measured our strides |
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Marked the degree of our fever |
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Charting the log |
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Made sure the temperature's rising |
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To fan the flames |
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And brandish our new courage proudly |
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As if it were ours from the outset |
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(As if it were ours from the outset) |
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As if we were never alone |
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The moon is down |
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And heaven is waiting |
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For callers and entries |
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As we're calling out |
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"This is ours, ours, ours |
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This one is ours!" |
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Now we're all the terminal cases |
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(We're all the terminal cases) |
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But we're so determined to thrive |
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And those with defeat on their faces |
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(Those with defeat on their faces) |
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Are those that we must keep alive |
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And I admire your strength |
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You keep us going on |
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You keep us going on |
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You keep us fighting long after the fire |
