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I'm no wire on a white horse
But I'm wondering if I'm good enough
Your struggle is a sleek grief sold out front
I'm no slugger of the backstreets
Tell me why they gotta vouch for me
They're still moving to the backseat, one by one

So don't omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don't just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone
From those who you keep so dear
Don't give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

When you said you couldn't stand this
So pretentious like I planned it all
Your silent preservation overflows
There's an echo in the hallway
Shouting louder at an open door
Nassau back to Metro, lost your clothes

So don't omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don't just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone
From those who you keep so dear
Don't give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

Thought I missed your call
But I was only dreaming
Selfish, cruel, and cold
For making other plans
Could only ask for help
In ways that were revealing
Couldn't thank myself
If I fail to react

So don't omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don't just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone
From those who you keep so dear
Don't give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

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