Give It Back

Because the drums — the drums — the drums
I hear them gathering
I found the sailor stuck inside its cheek
So it’s the chains the chains the chains
That I’ve been rattling
I had a chance that I didn’t take
I had to mend the past
I was afraid to make a mistake
Now its to late to ask
Give it back
I know a fortune can be lost or won
Without the chance — the chance — the chance
To stop and look around
And we can argue in our native tongue
About the plans — the plans — the plans
That we forget about
I had a chance that I didn’t take
I had to mend the past
I was afraid to make a mistake
Now its to late to ask
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
And if you waited on the weather
And if the sun comes at last
And if you know you’re feeling better
It’s like the night without the black
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back
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Give it back (give it back, give it back, give it back)
Give it back (give it back, give it back, give it back)
Give it back (give it back, give it back, give it back)
Give it back