| He could fall and she can weep
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| But as holy are my feet and hard with mention
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| That dear they may not speak
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| We feel tight when there is tension
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| And our eyes can make us weak
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| And his heart was full of fire at the man he had become
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| And his soul seldom higher with the falsities of fun
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| Could embrace sweet desires and moments as they passed
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| But he feared it ever more, when he saw it didn’t last
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| We walk up Holland Avenue
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| And watch the rich as they consume
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| Their product made our hearts exhume an emptiness unrivaled by
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| A hunger that I could control, he’d pray up to his God
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| That he might save their soul
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| The grey in this city is too much to bear
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| The grey in this city is too much to bear
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| And I believe we are meant to be seen and not to be understood
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| And I want to be held by those arms
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| I want to be held by those arms
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| You’ll work your thumbs they are sore
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| And you’ll work my heart till it’s raw
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| And you’ll call and you’ll call but you’ll never be told
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| And I’ll fall and I’ll fall and I’ll fall
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| And I’ll fall and I’ll fall and I’ll fall
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| We are basic light
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| We are basic light |