As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum
That hammers on and on
Until 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 lost all hope
And excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to 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 shadows of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day
When you lost all hope
And excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on to yourself
When you lost all hope
And excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
You got to hold on to yourself
Writer(s): Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Ryan Pritchard
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