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I stand in a barren void that's featureless |
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No sight or sound can penetrate at all |
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Though silent storms may try to tear me down |
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When dusk descends, |
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I'll still be standing tall |
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To the ones who want me on my knees |
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You cannot control my destiny |
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There is light that flows within my veins |
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And there is darkness for the ones who bring me pain |
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Unrelenting, unforgiving hopelessness |
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Pummeled from all directions for days on end |
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Can't turn the other cheek, it's far too bruised |
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Can't play the part of saint, |
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I won't pretend |
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To the ones who want me on my knees |
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You cannot control my destiny |
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There is light that flows within my veins |
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And there is darkness for the ones who bring me pain |
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Daylight breaks and shatters empty skies |
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Has nothing changed for better or for worse? |
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The cycle just repeats itself again |
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Can't tell if |
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I am blessed or |
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I am cursed |
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To the ones who want me on my knees |
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You cannot control my destiny |
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There is light that flows throughout my veins |
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And there is darkness for the ones who bring me pain |