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| Holding you up And standing my ground When the lost find the lost They're never truly found All these bruises and scars I've gathered along the way Every scratch every pain Is worth having you stay Losing my grip But refusing to lose the fight I'll spend forever in darkness If it means you'll find the light When the strongest become weak And the free become bound When the lost find the lost No one's every truly found |
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