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When I walk through these doors. |
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I see the face from thousands of nights before. |
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And the light in their eyes makes it more than it's ever been before. |
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Our blood our sweat, and all of the tears that are shed. |
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Our blood, our sweat, and all the words we've said. |
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And the promises we've kept. |
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I see two paths that we can take and there's a choice. |
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Now we have to make it. |
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Now we have to face it. |
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Can you cut your heart out and walk away from all that you believe? |
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Well this world can't steal your dreams. |
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So join the voices building in this room. |
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These days save us from growing old to soon. |
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Every word of every song the past has wrote has become our anthem. |
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And when our pens meet paper we add to it ourselves. |
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When I look around I see something, something we can build on. |
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And it's only getting closer to everything we've ever hoped it could be. |
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Join the voices building in this room. |
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The only person that will kill it for you is you. |
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If you deny al the passion in this room. |
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So take a breath and try to see that the beauty of these days |
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and the freedom they can bring can carry through our lives. |
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If we just take that chance and we believe. |
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Believe. |
