Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance we take to be Always working Reaching out for a hand that we can't see Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
Invitation to the last dance Then it's time to leave But that's the price we pay when we deceive One another/animal mother She opens up for free Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
Look at the talkbox in mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering on the landscape
That nothing grows on But time still goes on And through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
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