| I’m holding hope a trophy upon high hands over head
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| Hoping that by holding hope I’ll soon have you instead
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| Aching arms avoid accepting the aching in my head
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| And it’s you who can’t see your heavy hands are hurting me
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| But I know what you’re running from
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| I know what you’re running from
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| Tom Thumb you’re only hurting yourself now
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| You’re powerless and I tower over
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| Tom Thumb you’re only wasting your life now
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| Belittling, you can’t go hitting people now
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| I’m waving in the wind a flag of white but I’m not scared
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| See, this whole scenario can only to me serve
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| Become a bounty hunter justifying laws I break by bringing bodies back to bounds
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| And I know I’ll be burnt, but I can stand a flame or two to catch you
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| And I know what you’re running from
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| Tom Thumb you’re only hurting yourself now
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| You’re powerless and I tower over
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| Tom Thumb you’re only wasting your life now
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| Belittling, you can’t go hitting people now
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| Love, loving you has been but war paint
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| Flesh through the colour shines
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| You, you have been my cavalier
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| But now I hear our battle cry
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| Calling us to arms
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| Tom Thumb you’re only hurting yourself now
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| You’re powerless and I tower over
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| Tom Thumb you’re only wasting your life now
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| Belittling, you can’t go hitting people now |