| And you stood, stood, stood, stood strong.
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| Fighting back those demons that are haunt, haunt, haunting you now.
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| And you held, held, held, held, held you ground.
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| While all those voice where screaming so god damb, so god damb load and now na You stood, stood, stood, stood, stood strong.
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| And never took advantage of the ones that held your crown.
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| But you hold, hold, hold, hold, hold them down to take possession now
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone, this head holds a battle field burning strong and the
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| voices are taking out my ego.
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| Now in the time, time, time, time that it takes.
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| To drink it down it down, the wine, it’s all, but to late.
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| And when you make, make, make your rounds.
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| To find a host that’s capable of holding down, holding down this crowd and now
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| na.
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| When it all, all, all, all goes away.
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| Every persona leave just a little, just a little, just a little trace and now.
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| But you stood, stood, stood, stood strong to take control now.
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone, this head holds a battle field burning strong and the
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| voices are taking out my ego.
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| Take my place at the front of the line.
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| I got a finger that I’m pointing at you.
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| So now took your sin in ate it down with a bit of bread.
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| What a reckless recluse.
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| So now heaven won’t take what hell’s cast out now.
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| So what a windowless view.
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| Into oblivion, what’s left, limbs got to shake.
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| What a waste of youth.
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| First
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| In line.
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone,
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| By my self but not alone, this head holds a battle field burning strong and the
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| voices are taking out my ego.
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| Take my place at the front of the line.
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| I got a finger that I’m pointing at you.
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| So now took your sin in ate it down with a bit of bread
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| What a reckless recluse
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| So now heaven won’t take what hell’s cast out now
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| So what a windowless view.
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| Into oblivion, what’s left, limbs got to shake
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| What a waste of youth.
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| First
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| In line.
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| First
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| In time |