| Give me the hope I’m hoping for
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| I taught you how to steal
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| I gave you my hands and my hunger
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| But it wasn’t real
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| I spoke with each one of my words crossed
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| And called it blow by blow
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| I’m the only boxer in the ring
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| That never saw the show
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| Who am I?
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| We’re just the cracks in ceilings
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| Where I met my demons and you
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| In the beginning
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| There were people dancing
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| Now the dance floor’s split in two
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| I gave you a basket of dreams
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| And led you through the streets
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| Men laid their bodies down in rows of four
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| And you climbed onto the eaves
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| I loved your white paper skin
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| But not your stone heart
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| The weight’s too much
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| On this twice broken back
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| We broke our backs
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| As we hit the ground
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| But I’m working on my posture
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| And that’s enough for now
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| We broke our backs
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| As we hit the ground
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| But I’m working on my posture
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| And that’s enough for now
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| Who am I?
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| We’re just the cracks in ceilings
|
| Where I met my demons and you
|
| In the beginning
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| There were people dancing
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| Now the dance floor’s split in two
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love |
| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| We broke our backs
|
| As we hit the ground
|
| But I’m working on my posture
|
| And that’s enough for now
|
| We broke our backs
|
| As we hit the ground
|
| But I’m working on my posture
|
| And that’s enough for now
|
| Who am I?
|
| We’re just the cracks in ceilings
|
| Where I met my demons and you
|
| In the beginning
|
| There were people dancing
|
| Now the dance floor’s split in two
|
| I bound my hands in love
|
| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| I bound my hands in love
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| We broke our backs
|
| As we hit the ground
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| But I’m working on my posture
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| And that’s enough for now |