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There's a storm that's breaking
without a sound
in a Southside room
and the walls are shaking
as I come down
in a dead quiet mood

And when I'm knocked out
you pick me up and we fight another round
and if I'm not mistaken
we've gone to ground
in a red, white blue.

Is there so much aching
in this town
that you can't move
or are you all just faking being down
are you afraid to bloom?

And when you put me down
I'll lift you up as you buy another round
and though I'm as naked as a sad clown
the joke's on You.

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from From these broken hands, released March 14, 2012

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This here, it's a Love Story. One Dark Night in Brooklyn, two pasts filled with struggle before love, risk and blind determination brought Hope to both.

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