As I stepped to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on
Until I reach the break of day
When the sun beats down on the halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing’s left to cling on to
Gotta 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 of the shadows 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 day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing’s left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing’s left to cling on to
Gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
Hold on
Hold on to yourself

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