Full of despair, inside a darkness
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Self conscious and scared held prisoner of war
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Running out of air, buried in a sadness
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Want a way out of this paralyzing world
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And the sounds of the cries when a family's loved one dies
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It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides
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When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be buried in this hole
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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Searching for a way to escape the madness
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A dire need for change as we fight for better days
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The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade
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Holding in a cry for love
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Abandoned and afraid
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When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be buried in this hole
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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I won't go to my grave until a difference is made
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I won't go to my grave until a difference is made, until a difference is made
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When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it's like to be buried in this hole
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)
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I won't go to my grave
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Until a difference is made (X3)
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(Spoken)
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From time to time, there arise among human beings, people, who seem to exute love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat
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Sunrise
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| Our Last Night |
