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Were you afraid you would set me off?
You would call me out
I would call you soft
With that certain air of arrogance
That I confuse with confidence
Love can be so critical
You can call it hard
You can call it soft
Semantic parasitical
Psychoanalytical
You can hold me to the fire
With a hand on the wheel
You can hold me to the wall with a blade
You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand
Oh, you can, you can hold me
You're a martyr, baby
You're overstrained
Help me out, would you?
Could you explain?
'Bout the heretics and hateful pricks
But what they've got to do with this?
I'm unclear, will you rat me out?
Will you force me clean?
I don't wanna make a scene
The match above the gasoline
The latch that holds in everything
You can hold me to the fire
With a hand on the wheel
You can hold me to the wall, oh, with a blade
You can hold your tongue and I'll still understand
Oh, you can, you can hold me
The streetcar and the wire
The ember and the fire
You can hold me to the word that I relay
You can stick your tongue at the queen
And I'll stand by you, you can
You can hold me
You can hold me
You can hold me
You can hold me
WRITERS
Daniel Miles, Ian Docherty, Josh Warburton, Leah Fay Goldstein, Peter Dreimanis
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Peermusic Publishing
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