| I know everything for all that I know
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| But there’s always two sides to the way to the bulk of the stories go
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| Sometimes things better off less spoken, should be shouted, written down "ed
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| These hands can’t hold the time
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| Better use them wisely while they’re still all mine
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| Hold on and hope for the best
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| Hold on and hope for the best
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| Seems like a voices that’ll sing to me
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| All come here through to tell me the things I couldn’t see
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| When my eyes have woken to the things I’ve broken
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| I’ll be gone distracted by something else
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| These hands can’t hold the time
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| Better use them wisely while they’re still all mine
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| Hold on and hope for the best
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| Hold on and hope for the best
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| Think I’ll pause here awhile instead
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| To reflect on what I’ve done and the things I never said
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| And when I’m good and acquainted with the problem
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| I’ll continue down the way that I started
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| These hands can’t hold the time
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| Better use them wisely while they’re still all mine
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| Hold on and hope for the best
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| Hold on and hope for the best |