Run a mile
(run a mile)
'cos all the while
You're cramping my style
(cramp my style)
Bleeding me dry
Grab a hold
(grab a hold)
To steady your soul
And test if they're real
(test for real)
All the spotlights you shone to help me
Find needles in the hay
Let them lift away
'cos i've got high hopes
I believe
In the roots that keep me complete
And i've got high hopes
All I need
Is your hands to steady my feet
(steady my feet)
You've sunken low
(sunken low)
Its another swift blow
And I know where you've been
(where have you)
So don't feed off my skin
While I test if they're real
(test for real)
All the stories you told to lift me
When good times went astray
Let them lift away
'cos i've got high hopes
I believe
In the roots that keep me complete
And i've got high hopes
All I need
Is your hands to steady my feet
We will lift away
'cos i've got high hopes
I believe
In the roots that keep me complete
And i've got high hopes
All I need
Is your hands to steady my feet
Writer(s): Paul Adrian Banks, Alan Steven Leach, Richard James Witter, Thomas Peter Gladwin
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