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sábado, abril 21, 2012

HOLD ON.



As I stepped to the edge
beyond the shadow of a doubt 
with my conscience beating
like the pulse of a drum
that hammers on and on
until I reach the break of the day.
As the sun beats down,
on the halfway house,
has my conscience beating...
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of the day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on
Hold on to yourself

A cry of hope,
plea for peace,
and my conscience beating...
It's not what I want for,
it's all that I need
to reach the break of the day.
So I run to the edge,
beyond the shadow of a doubt,
with my conscience bleeding...
Here lies the truth,
the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of the day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapstakes & losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on
Hold on to yourself




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