C Stories from southern explorers tell of vastly open sky All I see is sweat and concrete, I avert my eyesAm They put scaffolding, warning signs and things we used to climbG F Fences around fences and told us to say insideC We enter city nights wide eyedAm Like lambs to the slaughterG And around every corner someone's son's putting hands onF Someone else's daughterC And the fisherman catch chemicals Their boats fill up on rainAm We fill up on things we can't explainG F And we laugh, as we trickle down the drain As we trickle downCC And I grew up not far from here but now nothing's the sameAm Curiosity is killing me as my nine lives turn to eightG We have nothing we have love, we share each other's painF And I've got plans for you and me, our lives are gonna changeC And my fathers a hero so I follow in his pathAm Just by endless words of wisdomEm Sometimes I live to see her laughG When I was young wanted to destroy everything I madeF Now I'm old, I'm jaded but at least I'm not the sameC And every inch of me is always itching unless I'm on aAm stage. And I have years that pass likeG minutes for the plans that I have made, To flourish toF fruition and my debts will get payed And we liveC And we live and breathe and want and needAm Now I smiling when IG wake. For the first time inF my life I'm smiling when I wake andC All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsAm All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsG All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsFC All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsAm All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsG All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsF And here it isC All I ever needed was better timing and plansC All I ever needed was someone like youF And all my life I known this is exactly what I should doCC Not just sit in my own skinC And I've never been as happy asF here. As happy asC hereF C All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsAm G All I ever needed was something I can hold in my hands yeahF All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsF All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsAm All I ever needed was something I can hold in my handsF All I ever needed was something I can hold in my hands
Something I Can Hold In My Hands
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