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I hold on to home
Till my hands rust the bone
And I won't lift my eyes
Cause grown men don't cry
And these thoughts that mean nothing to you but something to me
Fight to grow out of my head and into the leaves
That shade me through the heat of summer
And guide me when I have no other
And you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing
No, you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing
And you don't really owe me, you don't really owe me nothing
But you're the one I call to every time I fall through all of everything
And if someday I ever lost you, I don't know who'd come to me to keep me brave
It's just part of you I guess
Those words cut right through to my chest
Left arm leaning over the fence
Right hand holding on to what's left
Thoughts are bleeding out of my head
Rearview breaking right where we met
Left arm leaning over the fence
Right hand holding on to what's left