Letras

Don't try to tell me when I'm done
String me along
Break me in
A soldier's march in circles
I found a pace
Steadied it
That's when my fate brought punishment
No way to earn
Nowhere to turn
Burns like a broken promise
Tempered in flames
Broken at face, but holding up
Pain has numbed
Fate can have it's day when I am done
Can't just cut it and run
Now you take my luck
It's overrated, I'd still bet on us
Won't just cut it and run
Product of loss
I settled in
Felt like a march to nowhere
The sign of the cross
Ornaments
A life with a cause
No way to earn
Nowhere to turn
Take it and run
Pain has numbed
Fate can have it's day when I am done
Can't just cut it and run
Now you take my luck
It's overrated, I'd still bet on us
Won't just cut it and run
Written by: Derek Long, Jaron Takach, Jonathan Averbook, Tim Greer
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