WITH THE PUNCHES LYRICS

"Hulk Hands"

Is there some kind of strategy that’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

I’m starting to see what you said
All along but I
But I still disagree
Can’t put a price tag on
The things we’ve seen
Or the nights that meant the world to me

It’s impossible to choose
With everything that you’ve got
Left to lose

I hope I never see the day when ambition fades away
I’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 can’t go back
To correct decisions made
And counteract feeling so afraid

I’m starting to see what you said
All along but I
But I still disagree
Can’t put a price tag on
The things we’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

It’s impossible to choose
With everything that you’ve got
Left to lose
And these days
Nothing’s ever black and white
We’re just all lost in the details

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?
Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?

Thanks to MarltonNJ for these lyrics

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