Thrill Of The Struggle

Yeah!
 Yeah!
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 Life in the North goes on without you
 My fire will burn with you or not
 My passion will overcome
 Year's end coming home
 And what do you have to show for yourself?
 I amount to nothing more, than what they understand
 Feel the sense of confusion
 For your wins, you cannot explain
 See the lack of comprehension
 Over the ground you worked so hard to gain
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 We live for the thrill of the struggle
 We live for the love of our sorrows
 I fight the fight I can never win
 But I fight the fight for the fight itself
 And so, I am rich with failure
 Brutal North bring me down again
 I guess these are the risks you take
 When you've been gone for so many years
 Would they even look up from their tables
 If suddenly you appeared?
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 We live for the thrill of the struggle
 We live for the love of our sorrows
 We live for the thrill of the struggle
 We live for the love of our sorrows
 Brutal North bring me down
 Brutal North bring me down
 Brutal North bring me down
 Brutal North bring me down again
 Yeah!
 Yeah!
 I stood at the foot of the mill again
 Like a metaphor of Northern time
 I watched them burn off the excess flames to the sky
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 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 The fire still burns when you are gone
 My fire will burn with you or not
 So many small losses for one giant gain (oh, oh-oh, all is lost)
 Quiet victories spent alone, along the way
 Now I wander the streets as out of place as the day I left
 No better off, nothing has changed
 These are the risks we take, I guess
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 Brutal North bring me down
 Brutal North bring me down again
 
 Brutal North bring me down
 Brutal North bring me down again