You wear the cloth of finest lands,
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The touch of women the toil of hands.
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Undress me now before I bend,
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From the weight of everyman.
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When I'm walking through this world,
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I need to hold your hand.
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Let me take you on this ride,
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I hope you understand,
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I'm not asking for a compromise.
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You defend, exhume, begin again
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It's the riddle of a skeleton.
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We're all diseased so count the coupe,
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I can't imagine stopping you.
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When I'm walking through this world,
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I need to hold your hand.
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Let me take you on this ride,
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I hope you understand,
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I'm not asking for a compromise.
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So the earth we scorch, we breathe,
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Find some comfort on our knees.
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You find your worth in words that wind,
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Pleasures I don't comprehend.
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When I'm walking through this world,
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I need to hold your hand.
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Let me take you on this ride,
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I hope you understand,
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I'm not asking for a compromise.
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Compromise
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| Indigo Girls |
