Get up off the ground And save yourself We are prisoners to regret When we replay mistakes Over and over again We are so tied to the absolute But what does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? Its the call to the warrior as we dissolve into resolve In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on And through the darkness we will fight, until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate My lungs have set fires Fickle men will not decide my destiny Here I stand, I will hold my ground Its on this road we have learned the face and shape of betrayal And all of its names In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on and on And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate How the deaf are blessed My lungs have set fires Its the call to the warrior Here I stand I will hold my ground So get up off the ground
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