I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
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That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
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The night has fallen down the staircase...
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I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
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That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
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One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
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And I swear I tried to care
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I tried, I tried...
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But the icicles hung down like prison bars...
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I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
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That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
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One February night, we screamed our agonies
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And I swear I tried to care
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I tried, I tried...
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(And) I lost the will to fight...
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The will to fight...
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(I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost
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it...
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I lost the will to fight.)
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The Night I Lost The Will To Fight
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| Cursive |
