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Hulk Hands Lyrics

With the Punches

Is there some kind of strategy thata^s never been explained to me?
On how you should deal when
Everything you love comes crashing down
Open my mouth
But not a sound comes out
I think of just how bad that
I wish that I could go back
To correct decisions made
And counteract feeling so afraid

Ia^m starting to see what you said
All along but I
But I still disagree
Cana^t put a price tag on
The things wea^ve seen
Or the nights that meant the world to me

Ita^s impossible to choose
With everything that youa^ve got
Left to lose

I hope I never see the day when ambition fades away
Ia^d rather dive off of the Newburgh-Beacon than live a life so meaningless
Cover my mouth
So not a sound comes out
No matter what the outcome
Accept it that I cana^t go back
To correct decisions made
And counteract feeling so afraid

Ia^m starting to see what you said
All along but I
But I still disagree
Cana^t put a price tag on
The things wea^ve seen
Or the nights that meant so much to me

Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit
Your dreams will never come true
Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit
Those dreams will never come true

Ita^s impossible to choose
With everything that youa^ve got
Left to lose
And these days
Nothinga^s ever black and white
Wea^re just all lost in the details

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it cana^t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it cana^t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it cana^t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it cana^t be undone?