Compromise - Amy Ray
    You wear the cloth of finest lands

    The touch of women the toil of hands
    Undress me now before I bend
    From the weight of everyman

    When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand
    Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand
    I'm not asking for a compromise

    You defend, exhume, begin again
    It's the riddle of a skeleton
    We're all diseased so count the coupe
    I can't imagine stopping you

    When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand
    Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand
    I'm not asking for a compromise

    So the earth we scorch we breathe
    Find some comfort on our knees
    You find your worth in words that wind
    Pleasures I don't comprehend

    When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand
    Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand
    I'm not asking for a compromise

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