The Last Fight
Time feels like I've been back in jailLike when I was doing time but in the canSpend all night on a bended kneeJust to beg for something to believeLeft home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
[Chorus]This fight could be the last fightNo giving and no winningOne time could be the all the timeShould we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridgesFilled with nothing more than miseryI wear the mask of the embattled sonTrying to beg for something to believeLeft home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
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Break the chains of featherweights and giantsWith the stain forever lasting liarsThey're afraid when we spit out the fireAnd start living
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