And folding out mysteriously
Where lies the chance we take to be
Always working
Reaching out for a hand that we
can't see
Everybodys got a hold on hope
Its the last thing that's holding me
Invitation to the last dance
Then it's time to leave
But that's the price we pay
When we deceive
One another/animal mother
She opens up for free
Everybodys got a hold on hope
Its the last thing that's
Holding me
Look at the talkbox in mute
Frustration
At the station
There hides the cowboy
His campfire flickering
On the landscape
That nothing grows on
But time still goes on
And through each life of misery
Everybodys got a hold on hope
Its the last thing that's holding me
Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance we take to be Always working Reaching out for a hand that we can't see Everybodys got a hold on hope Its the last thing that's holding me Invitation to the last dance Then it's time to leave But that's the price we pay When we deceive One another/animal mother She opens up for free Everybodys got a hold on hope Its the last thing that's Holding me Look at the talkbox in mute Frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering On the landscape That nothing grows on But time still goes on And through each life of misery Everybodys got a hold on hope Its the last thing that's holding me Explain Request ×
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