Could you be trusted with the secrets that I hold?
Could you be trusted not to sway?
Then when I've told you what is true and what I hold
This burden's heavier each day
I'm riding out the storm
Holding out for more
Beat 'em at their game
Not knowing what's in store
Just push a little more
Time and time again
Don't speak to me, provisions have been made
Yeah, so I raised six billion slaves?
And if you tell me that you find me quite irate
I wouldn't change in any way
We are your sons and daughters
We all resemble you
Left on our own--so lost and so cold
We stand alone
Open to the biting, icy wind
Hold out for more

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