| That’s just how it is
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| Everyday the never-ending push and pull
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| The constant cycle of eat-sleep-repeat
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| The perpetual
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| Grinding of teeth and gears
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| We barely fit the mold
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| Our shells are chipped and dented
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| We look weathered and we feel worse
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| The spark feels like it’s almost gone
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| We aren’t setting a fire in anyone’s heart tonight
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| So don’t count on us
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| But don’t count us out
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| We will see what we’re made of
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| When the dust settles to the ground
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| Skin like concrete (skin like concrete)
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| Fingers worked to the bone
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| Without a challenge there can’t be true motivation
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| Then suddenly in the dark
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| A small ember, a small spark
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| The swelling of our hearts
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| A rush of blood and oxygen
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| Ignite the fire
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| A feeling of rebirth
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| Ignite the fire
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| This forgotten feeling
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| Will we let this fire burn out of control?
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| Will we nurture these embers, keep the fire burning inside?
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| And allow new thoughts, new hopes, new dreams to flourish
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| In this all but forgotten fucking body
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| We are the creatures of habit
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| Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend?
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| We are the creatures of habit
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| Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend?
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| These tired hands
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| This shaky soul (shaky soul)
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| The weak neck that holds our burden minds
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| It’s so easy to seem broken
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| The bad bones, the broken hearts
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| Without a challenge there can’t be motivation
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| Without a spark, a lonely ember
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| We will fail, we will break
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| Stuck in the cold alone |