Hold On

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
Until I reach the break of the day

As the sun beats down on
The halfway house
Has my conscience beating

The sound in my ear
The will to perserve
As I reach the break of the day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on, hold onto 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 the 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 on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on, hold onto yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on

You got to hold on
You got to hold on
Hold onto yourself

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