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Compromise |
You wear
The cloth
Of finest lands
The touch of women the toil of hands
Undress
Me now
Before I bend
From the weight of everyman
When I’m walking through this world
I need to hold your hand
Let me take you on this ride
I hope you understand
I’m not asking for a compromise
Now you
Defend
Exhume
Begin again
It’s the riddle of a skeleton
We’re all
Diseased
So count the coup
I can’t image stopping you
When I’m walking through this world
I need to hold your hand
Let me take you on this ride
I hope you understand
I’m not asking for a compromise
So the earth
We scorch
We breath
Find some comfort on our knees
You find
Your worth
In words that wind
Pleasures I don’t comprehend
When I’m walking trough this world
I need to hold your hand
Let me take you on this ride
I hope you understand
I’m not asking for a compromise
Asking for a compro
Asking for a compromise
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