So, hold your head up high and know
It's not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before
You pack your things and head home
At the end of the road
You'll find what you've been longing for
You'll find what you've been longing for
I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction
And no place to call home
It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your signs, set your signs to North
Press on, press on
No, this is not your escape, this is not your escape
Wash away what they thought of you
And press on, press on
'Cause in this place, we're all as good as dead-end-cycle
'Cause in this place, we're all as good as dead-end-cycle
Press on
Behind the mask, you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of the road, the end of the road for you
At the end of the road
You'll find what you've been longing for
You'll find what you've been longing for
You'll find what you've been longing for
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