Here I stand
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On the proving ground
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Mortal man
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Hiding my failures
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And I can
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Leave here without a sound
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But then where would I be?
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Broken again, lonely and free
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Without a friend
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I know I have demons to battle
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So I pray for the strength
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that I haven't yet found
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I'll go where the Diamondbacks rattle
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And wait for the day
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On the hot proving ground
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Lately my faith
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Dwindles like kindling in fire
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Shimmers and shakes
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like a ghost in the wind
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Glimmers and waits for the change to begin
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Lately my faith
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I know¡¦.
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If I hold on 'till the new sun arrives
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If some small part of my true self survives
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Then I might run like a child on the sand
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Never to carry this burden again
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And oh here it comes, the one thing I forgot
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The secret I found is the secret I lost
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But can I believe in the truth I betrayed
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Can I make peace with the choices I made
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Help me hold on
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I know¡¦
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Proving Ground
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| The Gathering Field |
