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You wear the cloth of finest lands The touch of women the toil of hands Undress me now before I bend From the weight of everyman When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand I'm not asking for a compromise You defend, exhume, begin again It's the riddle of a skeleton We're all diseased so count the coupe I can't imagine stopping you When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand I'm not asking for a compromise So the earth we scorch we breathe Find some comfort on our knees You find your worth in words that wind Pleasures I don't comprehend When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand I'm not asking for a compromise From Letras Mania