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Hands in my pockets

Lean up against the brick

I'm standing tall

But feeling small

Take my hand

Don't let me know tonight

 

Help me out I'm breaking

There's a cold wind blowing through this land so bare

Help me out I'm shaking

I looking for an answer but i know what's there

 

Found a fresh wound

Didn't know that I had crashed

I want a name

The kind that lasts

It's not over

So don't let me know tonight

 

Help me out I'm breaking

There's a cold wind blowing through this land so bare

Help me out I'm shaking

I'm looking for an answer but I know what's there

 

I've got my heart and

Well I think it's still beating

I got my mind

Straight down the line

It's hard to see

So don't let me know tonight

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