Album title: Nomads.Indians.Saints

Hand Me Downs
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(Amy Ray)

I've taken so many down, I've helped them all to dismount.
I've followed so many down, I take their hand me downs.
All with hope, all with ope that
Emptiness brings fullness and
Loss of love brings wholeness to all.

Everything that I believe crawls from underneath the streets.
Everything I truly love comes from somewhere high above.
Everything that I believe is wrong with you is wrong with me.
Everything I truly love I love in you I love me.
So give me hope, give me hope that
Emptiness brings fullness and
Loss of love brings wholeness to us all.

Swear you can't swim the river,
I saw you running to jump in.
I swore I would never by your sinner,
Until I help your sin.
Now you ask me why I'm here.
The same as you, I'm scared, it's fear.
I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow.
Twist the words and place the blame, tell me now, aren't we the same?
Tripping in our yellow feet, checking underneath our sheets,
For some hope, give me hope that
Emptiness brings fullness and
Loss of love brings wholeness to us all.

Lyrics reprinted WP/FYC by Trip N. Gregory
Reformatted and extracted to a single lyric file by Doug Henkle