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I'm handing in my guns now |
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I will stop slipping away like sand between your fingers |
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For better or for worse |
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I yield to you |
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I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind |
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Any triumph breeds defeat |
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Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go |
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You laugh at all my twists and turns |
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The stories I tell find a home in your memory |
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And by now it is too late to run, so I yield to you |
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I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind |
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Any triumph breeds defeat |
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Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go |
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You see me like no other |
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And I have tired of staring it down, tired of turning to find it all too strong, too strong to let it go |
