Come watch the leaves turn red in Central Park
When the morning comes but the sky stays dark
Your face is stern but I see through
And I know what you're gonna do
You're gonna rip his throat out with your hands
And he won't have a chance to say
You've got the wrong man
Hold on
Just hold on
Is it my imagination
Or does patience make more sense
Those men decided it was time to leave
And finally your story was believed
But as they went they stepped on feet
And it's hard to show grace in defeat
You're gonna throw a rock against a wall
and it won't hurt them but your life is very small to them
Hold on
Just hold on
Is it my imagination
Or does patience make more sense
Hold on
Just hold on
Is it my imagination
Or does patience make more sense
You make decisions with a bloody nose
Stare down all the thinkers but your eyes are closed
You think it's the best way
This is the only way you know
You're staring as your life slips away from you
You try to hold on to something you think is true
You thinks its the best way
Give it a moment
Give it a moment
Hold on
Just hold on
Is it my imagination
Or does patience make more sense
Hold on
Just hold on
Is it my imagination
Or does patience make more sense
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