I had a hole in the middle where the lightning went through
I told my friends not to worry, my wife would know how to fix it
Hole in the middle, I'm seeing less of you
Now I'm not going anywhere and I don't know what I'll do
It's easy to lose your grip
It's easy
I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore
I just show up like a Bible-breather outside the door
But when I look in the window I see girls on TV
Living and dying in LA and it means nothing to me
It's easy to lose your grip
It's easy
It's easy to lose your grip
It's easy
So I walk through the streets I love
And I'm led to the house I built
And I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again
Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today
Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today
I didn't have to explain to her that I wasn't dead
She sat me down and lit some colored candles over my head
She said, "You're right, it's a living, but you're wrong for the life
You know you never should've listened to my father's advice"
It's easy to lose your grip
It's easy
It's easy to lose your grip
It's easy
So I walk through the streets I love
And I'm led to the house I built
And I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again
Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today
Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today
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