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Once again in the den

Of the moved on

Been singin' this song

For too long

Do I bring this about?

Am I getting chased down

Or am I getting chased out?

Hold for the latter

And keep that heart stout

Oh, I've got nothing

But the white-knuckled

Grip on the ridge

Oh, it feels like yesterday

We were only kids

I'm so over towing vultures

I'm so post-bringing ghosts

Hawk am I

How could I forget it?

But I remember now

Oh, I've got nothing

But the white-knuckled

Grip on the ridge

Oh, it feels like yesterday

We were only kids

Oh, how could we know

That it would go down like this?

Oh, hard winds will blow

But we cannot desist

And the blind side

Keeps my eyes wide

But I can't abide

An unchanging tide

Oh, I've got nothing

But the white-knuckled

Grip on the ridge

Oh, it feels like yesterday

We were only kids

Oh, how could we know

That it would go down like this?

Oh, hard winds will blow

But we cannot desist