Every street is Dark and folding Out mysteriously Well that's 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 That's the price we pay When we deceive One another And the 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 talk box And in frustration At the station There hides the cowboy Look at the talk box And your frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering On the landscape But nothing goes on Time still goes on Through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Chorus x2
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