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Carry On
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
We've been to hell,
and travelled back,
what do we have to show for it?
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
but I will have you back again,
doesn't matter what we've done,
we'll go back to when we first met,
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
but I will have you back again,
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
What if we just went away?
Left the problems to start again,
would it work or are we blind?
Is the sign to our destruction clear?
Sometimes I'm on top of the world,
others, I'm not getting up,
rock bottom and I don't know how,
I can handle this distraction...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
(repeat to fade)
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
We've been to hell,
and travelled back,
what do we have to show for it?
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
but I will have you back again,
doesn't matter what we've done,
we'll go back to when we first met,
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
but I will have you back again,
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
What if we just went away?
Left the problems to start again,
would it work or are we blind?
Is the sign to our destruction clear?
Sometimes I'm on top of the world,
others, I'm not getting up,
rock bottom and I don't know how,
I can handle this distraction...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our tradition...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
do we cry or do we laugh...
this is the end of our existence...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
too many times, the feeling's gone...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
Through this pain we'll carry on...
(repeat to fade)
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