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I am drifting, I was listening
Now I'm tired
The weight of a heart
Gets heavier with time
I'm a good son
Though the work seems uninspired
Simple hands break even most their lives

Hold the horses, stow the guns
Put up those knives
No one here is showing out tonight
We were young once
Stubborn fools
We took our stands
Now we're old and left to simple hands

Heaven knows I'm trying to hold on to
All the things I should throw to the wind
But there is no point in trying to outlast
And curse this broken state I'm in
It's so hard not to hate these simple hands

From the road, a humble home
In winter cold
Looks just like it's one with all the snow
Bridal white in fading light
And sunset sky
Someone else will live here when I die

You fight with all you have and find
The credits roll before the story ends
You play that song the best you can
But you are still two beats behind the band
It's so hard trying to build with simple hands

All the things built up in dreams
We've made ourselves
Survive in pictures placed upon the shelves
Hopeful smiles, frozen in time
And clothed in dust
When all our lives were still ahead of us

Heaven knows I'm trying to hold on to
All the things I should throw to the wind
But there is no point in trying to outlast
And curse this broken state I'm in
It's so hard trying to live with simple hands

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