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Wednesday, February 12, 2003

The sun shines and I can�t avoid the light
I think I�m holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up

Me�I�m rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I�m covered with skin that peels
and it just won�t heal

The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight

--- Weathered, CREED

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