As I stepped to the edge
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Beyond the shadow of a doubt
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With my conscienece beating
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Like the pulse of a drum
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That hammers on and on
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Until I reach the break of the day
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As the sun beats down
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The halfway house
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Has my conscience beating
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The sound in my ear
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The will tomperserve
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As I reach the break of the day
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When you lost all hope and excuses
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And the cheapstakes & losers
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Nothing's left to cling onto
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You got to hold on
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Hold on to yourself
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A cry of hope
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A plea for peace
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And my conscience beating
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It's not what I want for
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It's all that I need
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To reach the break of the Day
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So I run to the edge
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Beyond the shadowas of a doubt
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With my conscience bleeding
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Here lies the truth
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The lost treasures of my youth
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As I hold on to the break of the day
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When you lost all hope and excuses
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And the cheapstakes & losers
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Nothing's left to cling onto
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You got to hold on
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Hold on to yourself
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When you lost all hope and excuses
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And the cheapstakes & losers
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Nothing's left to cling onto
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You got to hold on
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Hold on to yourself
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Hold On
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| Green Day |
