| Why did you trade your heroes for ghosts
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| As you slammed your fist against the post?
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| We charge the mountain top to dance our last dance
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| Sometimes in this life
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| Your first chance might be your last
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| If you look into these destined eyes
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| You’ll see a soul that never sleeps
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| There will always be an urge to look back;
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| At the repository of what was
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| And the dreams that could have been
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| The chronicle continues on
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| Some things are more than just a phase
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| These words become immortal
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| Guiding us through the dark and somber days
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| I’ve seen friendships fail and I’ve seen my heroes fall
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| When we watched others get left behind
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| We answered the call
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| Some say this is a part of growing old
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| I say you suckers are too easy to give in
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| I still remember those nights
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| Playing anthems of hope and rage
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| When we played hard, we played fast, we played together
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| You never know the road until you walk the road alone
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| They see a broken kid, I see a broken world
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| How can we sustain all this hope and rage?
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| Did you trade your heroes for ghosts
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| As you slammed your fists against the post?
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| We don’t sing swan songs
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| We don’t bow at curtain calls
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| The chronicle continues on
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| Some things are more than just a phase
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| Those nights will live forever
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| They mean more to me than anything
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| We rise up through these ruins
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| And build our brand new castles
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| Only when everything is lost
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| Is when you can truly begin |