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Dan_Smash

I've had my dreams slip out from beneath my nose In a world so cold my heart was frozen Journey beyond the pure white snow And emerge from the winter of my discontent I won't consent to less than 110 percent I won't remain lame, lick my wounds I will not repent now or bow to you I won't retreat I won't be made weak by the THORNS in my feet I will walk till I bleed Dying from fatigue and beyond if need be But believe me, you won't defeat me That's a promise I keep until they drop me six feet deep

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