Resolution hinges on a breath after a series of struggles
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When questions become less defining and solutions have no silver lining
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When the battle has fallen to ultimate destruction
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With no momentary pauses for why it was all triggered
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And from all angles equations plus views, you still can't figure
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Resolution is the aftermath of that which could not be defined
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Hanging on a cliff with no options but to die, rewind or recline
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Compromising on earth to ignite what was written before you began
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Understanding that every rock created, eventually turns to sand
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Grandly accepting that in life's rythem, there is only one concrete plan
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That has nothing to do with blocks, hoods, anger, tears, retaliation or man
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Resolution is the fire in the sky left by a phoenix rising
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A caged bird lost, but still free
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Flying over a trecherous sea with no effort, gliding
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Resolution is the thought you cannot contain
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When city lights turn to magnificent heights
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And release has no echo of pain
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Resolution hinges on a breath that passes as quickly as an untangled life
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Its when you... (deep breath)
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It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright
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Phoenix Rising (Resolution)
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Souls of Mischief |