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作曲 : Shane Told/Paul Marc Rousseau/Paul Koehler/Josh Bradford/Billy Hamilton |
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I never know where I stand |
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Which level I belong |
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There’s history here, it dies with me, the show won’t go on |
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I always find my way back |
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Red to green and in between, my reputation feeds me |
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I still remember my first time with Armor in Hell |
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But somehow I planned my escape to Heaven |
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I know everything I’ve done has lead me here |
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But I’m not scared to go |
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Lift up everything I own and I’ll climb up |
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Like a fake we’re the actors dishonoring the stage |
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But we won’t hide our faces |
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This masquerade remains to be seen |
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So if we die out before we are through, did we really believe? |
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I know everything I’ve done has lead me here |
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But I’m not scared to go |
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Lift up everything I own and I’ll climb up |
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As I pondered in silence, motionless in the Georgian heat |
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I realized nothing would ever be the same |
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And at that moment I knew I could never replicate that feeling |
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Without destroying something I loved |
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Wisdom, justice, moderation |
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Slow down, when you’re trying to speak the words don’t come clearly |
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The letters spelling out, the spirits spilling out their guts |
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Open the doors and show us who we are |
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I know everything I’ve done has lead me here |
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But I’m not scared to go |
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Lift up everything I own and I’ll climb up |
