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 warning: HOLD ON
My mental stability reaches its bitter end  As I step to the edge  Of a shadow of a doubt  With my conscience beating  Like the pulse of a drum  that hammers on and on  As I reach the break of 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 day 
  When you've lost all hope  And excuses  And the cheapskates and the losers  Nothing's left to cling on to  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 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 to the break of day 
  
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