Green Day. Hold On. Zeneszám

As I step to the edge Of a shadow of a doubt With my conscience beating Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on As I reach the break of day As the sun beats down On the halfway house Has my conscience beating The sound in my ear The will to persevere As I reach the break of day When you've lost all hope And excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling on to You gotta hold on... Hold on to yourself A cry of hope, a plea for peace And my conscience beating It's not what I want For it's all that I need To reach the break of day So I run to the edge Beyond the shadow of a doubt With my conscience bleeding Here lies the truth The lost treasures of my youth As i hold to the break of day