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What we hold is true! There are times when I have to admit. I feel like a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit. It's times like these that make me quit. But you want me to! What we hold is true! For everyone who's stabbed me in the back This is my therapy a lyrical attack So for you I'll give something back With a heart in my hand and your head to my gat! Sacred heart! I wear it on my sleeve so everyone can see Who we are and what we believe It was always inside of me From Letras Mania