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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Markéta Irglová
Markéta Irglová
Lead Vocals
The Swell Season
The Swell Season
Performer
Glen Hansard
Glen Hansard
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markéta Irglová
Markéta Irglová
Composer
Glen Hansard
Glen Hansard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Producer

Lyrics

Use the truth as a weapon To beat up all your friends Every chink in the armor An excuse to cause offense And the boys from the hallway Calling out your name And true love will find them in the end You were restless I was somewhere less secure So I went running to the road And so now there's A long list of places I was I quit my rambling and I came home 'Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Use your saints and your mantra And your things to keep you calm If you stay with that asshole He's gonna do you harm There's a voice singing loudly On the radio just for you That good fortune will find him in the end Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Writer(s): Glen Hansard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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