These battered hand are all you own
This broken heart has turned to stone
Go hang your glory on the wall
There comes a time when castles fall
And all that's left is shifting in the sand
You're out of time, you're out of place
Look at your face
Back on the beat, back to the start
Trust in your heart
This coat that fits you like a glove
These dirty streets you learned to love
It's the fire in the eyes, the lines on the hand
It's the things you understand
Permanent ties from which you once ran
You've come full cirlce, now you're home
Without the gold, without the chrome
And this is where you've always been
You had to lose so you could win
And rise above your troubles
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