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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