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So hold your head up high and know
Its not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before
You pack your things and head home
At the end of the road
You'll find what you've been longing for...
You'll find what you've been longing for...
I know 'cause my feet have the scares to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home...
It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your sights to North and press on
This is not your escape
Wash away what they thought of you
Because in the end we're all as good as dead
...end cycle...
Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of the road for you