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Hold On
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As I stepped to the edge
beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
like the pulse of a drum that
hammers on and on
Till I reach the break of day
As the sun beats down
The half way house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to perservere
As I reach the break of day
Chorus :
When you lost all hope
and excuses
and the cheapskates and losers
Nothings left to cling onto
You've got to 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 shadows 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
Chorus (2 times)
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Hold On
Wake up - the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer!
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