After Burn

Redemption

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    There's a sickly kind of silence
    That permeates the air
    Haunted by the ghosts of lovers entwined
    But things change, seasons come and go
    And we're all caught in the game I know
    And though the past is cold, the future is blind

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    And there's a fire in our eyes
    That burns down the wall between us
    And there's a fire in our hearts
    That just won't die

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    Well it's a complicated problem
    To bury your despair
    To put aside your guilt and swallow your pride
    We cry hard, suffer through the blows
    It's a long way to the top from below
    But we'll never reach the summit until we've tried

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    Composition: Jeremiah Smith

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