Blessed be the ones who hold your hand
In their hand
I will hold this stone to my palm
And look you in the eye
The hare knows to stay still
When the fox is passing by
I will fight for you but I can't fight you
I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you
Glory in the wave upon the rock
Those eyes do see
A home that lives a life without us
In my dreams
But demons rise and both are just so still
A breeze, a break, a brush, a salty chill
Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you
I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you
But demons rise and both are just so still
A breeze, a break, a brush, a salty chill
Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you
I will fight for you but I can't
Oh, I will fight for you but I can't fight you
Oh, I will fight for you but I can't . . . fight you

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