| Every street is dark and folding out mysteriously
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| Where lies the chance we take to be
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| Always working reaching out for a hand that we can’t see
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| Everybody’s gotta hold on hope
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| It’s the last thing that’s holding me
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| Invitation to the last dance, then it’s time to leave
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| That’s the price we pay when we deceive
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| One another, animal mother, she opens up for free
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| Everybody’s gotta hold on hope
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| It’s the last thing that’s holding me
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| Look at the talk-box, mute frustration
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| At the station, there rides the cowboy
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| Look at the talk-box, mute frustration
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| At the station, there rides the cowboy
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| Campfire flickering on the landscape
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| That nothing grows on, time still goes on
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| Through each life of misery
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| Everybody’s gotta hold on hope
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| It’s the last thing that’s holding me
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| Everybody’s gotta hold on hope
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| It’s the last thing that’s holding me
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| Everybody’s gotta hold on hope
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| It’s the last thing that’s holding me |