| HOLD ON As I stepped to the edge Beyond the shadow of a doubt Withe my conscienece beating Like the puls of a drum That hammers on and on Until I reach the break of the day As the sun beats down The halfway house Has my conscience beating The sound in my ear The will tomperserve As I reach the break of the day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapstakes & losers 2Nothing�s left to cling onto You got to hold on 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 the Day So I run to the edge Beyond the shadowas of a doubt With my conscience bleeding Here lies the truth The lost treasures of my youth As I hold on to the break of the day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapstakes & losers Nothing�s left to cling onto You got to hold on yourself When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapstakes & losers Nothing�s left to cling onto You got to hold on yourself |