Yumi Zouma – Give it Hell

I’m no wire on a white horse
But I’m wondering if I’m good enough
Your struggle is a sleek grief sold out front
I’m no slugger of the backstreets
Tell me why they gotta vouch for me
They’re still moving to the backseat, one by one

[Chorus:]
So don’t omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don’t just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone
From those who you keep so dear
Don’t give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

When you said you couldn’t stand this
So pretentious, like I planned it all
Your silent prеservation overflows
Therе’s an echo in the hallway
Shouting louder at an open door
Nassau back to Metro, lost your clothes

[Chorus:]
So don’t omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don’t just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone (And when you hear hope is gone)
From those who you keep so dear
Don’t give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

Thought I missed your call
But I was only dreaming
Selfish, cruel and cold
For making other plans
Could only ask for help
In ways that were revealing
Couldn’t thank myself if I fail to react

[Chorus:]
So don’t omit holding on
When moving against these years
Give it hell, don’t just sell on signs you know what rightful is
And when you hear hope is gone (And when you hear hope is gone)
From those who you keep so dear
Don’t give out, I would shout all night to fight that fire here

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