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Look him in the eyes |
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There's no need to be scared |
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He's as powerless as you and me, |
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Though his face is well worn |
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And his clothes a bit torn |
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That don't mean that you shouldn't believe, |
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When he asks you your name |
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Says 'brother we're all here in the same game' |
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But you shrink back like he's a disease, |
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Yeah you shake and you moan |
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You say 'oh please take me home' |
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And the homeless all sing the reprise. |
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It's a hard hand to hold |
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That is looking for control |
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It is tempting to fight |
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When you know that you're right, |
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It's hard to lie down |
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When you don't trust the ground |
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It's hard to hold on, |
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It's hard to hold on. |
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Walking home again |
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There comes a battle with the wind |
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As it teases your previsions against shame, |
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Like all that wax in your hair |
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It becomes painfully clear |
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That as long as it's a fight, you'll never win, |
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And when you get to the door |
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You're still so busy fighting wars |
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That you can't look upon your lady as a friend, |
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You're trying so hard to be right |
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You miss the love in that first sight |
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And your lover feels alone once again. |
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It's a hard hand to hold |
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That is looking for control |
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It is tempting to fight |
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When you know that you're right, |
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It's hard to lie down |
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When you don't trust the ground |
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It's hard to hold on, |
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It's hard to hold on. |
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Entering the liquor store |
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You try your hardest to ignore |
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That street sleeper on your left there all alone, |
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And the young men on your right |
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With unchained souls and love of night |
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You look so scared they laugh and wonder if your stoned, |
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But somewheredeep inside |
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They feel the pain they've learned to hide |
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Because that same fear has brought much trouble on their homes, |
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And they know you won't feel safe |
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Until that cop car wins its race |
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And another life is driven off its road. |
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It's a hard hand to hold |
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That is looking for control |
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It is tempting to fight |
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When you know that you're right, |
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It's hard to lie down |
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When you don't trust the ground |
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It's hard to hold on, |
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It's hard to hold on. |
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It's a hard hand to hold |
|
That is looking for control |
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It is tempting to fight |
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When you know that you're right, |
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It's hard to lie down |
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When you don't trust the ground |
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It's hard to hold on, |
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It's hard to hold on |
