The pouring rain
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sticks my hair to my face;
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an empty gaze
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is all I have left.
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The stars that once
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lit my way have dimmed, the sky turned gray.
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The path, once so clear,
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faded away.
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Blessed are the days
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when life is intent and clear
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No falter or doubt, I know the way.
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They are the days, I hoped
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I have never stepped from this road
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The spark I once had
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Seems to have died...
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and look into the light!
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Pushing the clouds away,
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and see the sky turn bright!
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Fight for a better day!
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What a relief it would be to end this all
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How easy to fly the white flag and give up
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But would I run today, just to die another day?
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Give up now, and every fight has been in vain
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and look into the light!
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Pushing the clouds away,
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and see the sky turn bright!
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Fight for a better day!
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GET UP!
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YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FAR!
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NO LOSER YOU ARE!
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ONE MORE TIME!
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ONE MORE TRY!
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(Instrumental)
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The pouring rain
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sticks my hair to my face
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and look into the light!
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Pushing the clouds away,
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and see the sky turn bright!
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Fight for a better day!
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and fight!
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Stand up and Fight
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| Turisas |
