Grips

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My fingers don't stretch out Don't catch grip, don't keep count Don't point out your broken shoelace The drink on your lip, the frown on your face So tied up with wishing They fail to frequent your lonely skin Manual definition Of all the lines I'm not crossing You keep hold, holding out hope for my hand Like you're the puppet on our empty stage You keep holding out hope for my hand To tug your broken heart back into shape Take back my solitude The times when I don't think of you But is it ever good enough to say Another time, some other way Too much grip cuts circulation And I'm numb from your needing You keep hold, keep holding out hope for my hand Like you're the puppet on our empty stage You keep holding out hope for my hand To tug your broken heart back into shape There'll be another frame for your picture There'll be another saint for your scripture You keep holding out hope for my hand Like you're the puppet on our empty stage You keep holding out hope for my hand Like you're the puppet on our empty stage You keep holding out hope for my hand To tug your broken heart back into shape
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