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Open your lungs and believe that there is nothing here, nothing here for you

Let’s hope you realize the dreams inside you lead you to the truth

We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness

I’ve always heard the meek shall inherit the Earth

There’s nothing left to give if we’ve given up

Part of me is waiting to hear you, part of me is waiting to hear your voice

Part of me is waiting to hear your voice. A voice to silence. Silence all the

rest

Open your lungs and believe that there is nothing here, nothing here for you

Let’s hope you realize the dreams inside you lead you to the truth

We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness

I’ve always heard that the meek will inherit the Earth

But we’re so full of ourselves and so cruel to each other

And it’s just a matter of time until none of us matters

(Hold out, hold your ground

Show where you stand in this crowd

Tonight we loose ourselves.)

And leave our past behind

Leave it all behind

We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness

I’ve always heard that the meek will inherit the Earth

But we’re so full of ourselves and so cruel to each other

And it’s just a matter of time until none of us matters

Hold out, hold your ground. Show where you stand in this crowd

Tonight we loose ourselves and leave our past behind

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