Lift me up on my honour Take me over the spell Get this weight off my shoulder I've carried it well Loose these shackles of pressure Shake me out of these chains Lead me not to temptation Hold my hand harder Ease my mind Roll down the smokescreen And open the sky Let me fly Then I need a release from These troubles of mine Fix my feet when they're stumbling And, well, you know, it hurts sometimes You know, it's gonna to bleed sometimes Dig me out from this thorn tree Help me bury my shame Keep my eyes from the fire They can't handle the flame They've cried out for my brothers When most of them fail I carried it well Let me fly Then I need a release from These troubles of mine Fix my feet when they're stumbling I guess you know it hurts sometimes You know, it's gonna to bleed sometimes Now hold on I'm not looking for sweet talk I'm looking for time Time for towering sweet folk Brother, 'cause it hurts sometimes You know, it's gonna to bleed sometimes Hold on You know, it's gonna to hurt sometimes When you call me, hold on Hold on, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Hold on, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'm going to climb that symphony home and make it mine Hey, this pleasure is mine, mark my way See, all these pessimistic sufferers tend to drag me down So I could use it to shelter what good I've found
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