Tekster: Rise Against. Endgame. Midnight Hands.

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Like a new day rising
Like a calm before the storm
Like fog lifting from valleys
On the sleeping forest floor

Eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken off
To gaze upon the wreckage
That the midnight hands have wrought

And now I feel my temperature rising
My body explodes
I feel like somebody's watching
Like I'm not alone

Whatever path you take
And wherever you might go
Whenever you decide you to leave
I will follow, I will follow

We face the crossroads never knowing what's in store
There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a devil in my door

She proclaimed tonight will be the greatest of our lives
I said 'Don't be so sure, let's just wait until the morning'

There in the clearing we gather close
Under the moon's pale light we lay out the tools
And you don't have to do this, and I forgive you if you don't
She just looked away and said 'I know'

Gripping the midnight hands
We dream of futures they would prevent
Gripping their midnight hands

The line's crosses over, the dawn grows closer
Let's bit off too much, let's?

And now I feel my temperature rising
My body explodes
I feel like somebody's watching
Like I'm not alone

Whatever path you take
And wherever you might go
Whenever you decide to leave
I will follow, I will follow

I will bare the falls you take
I will let go if you?
I'll be there until you go away?

I will follow x7