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