Everyone grows old on the golf course
It takes a lot of hope to grieve
Everyone gets dark and the worst part
is the way those thoughts can please you
Personality like a split screen
See yourself down on your knees
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please".
Everyone gives up down on hard luck
On hope, pain enough, it seems
Everyone gets lost in their own fog,
Have to wander on your lantern dreams
Say please (please)
Just say something
Speak up please
If it's what you're looking for
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please"
Hold out your hand
Hold out your hand, darlin'
Hold out your hand, say "please"
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