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These are the hands of a tired man,
This is the old man's shroud,
These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger
Staring at the maddening crowd,
This is the face of a teenage mother,
This is the child she bears,
This is the soul of her broken lover,
Searching for the smiles they shared,
These are the feet of the punished pilgrim
And in his book of punished love,
You see his eyes,
You see no surprise...
Waiting for a lie that's true.
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah you stop, you look...
You're searching for the meaning
Wasting your life away
These are the dreams of a sleeping father
And in his long lost days,
He sees a child...
He sees his eyes...
Waiting for the price he's paid
These are the tears of a fallen idol,
And in his smile of shattered love,
You see his eyes...
You see no surprise...
You just see lights then realise
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah you stop, you look...
You're searching for the meaning
Wasting your life away
Oh here with you (Everybody hits you)
There's no one here like you (Everybody knocks you down)
And no one moves but you (Everybody hits you)
Nobody touches like you (Everybody knocks you down)
You... (Everybody knocks you down)
And nobody moves like you
But everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you down...
These are the feet of a punished pilgrim
And to this book he prays
You see his eyes
You see no surprise
You just see lights then realise
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
Everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
Everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you) With this feeling
(Everybody knocks you down) You stop, you look you're searching
You stop you look, you stop you look you're searching
Everybody hits you (Your searching)
For a meaning
You stop, you look you're searching
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
Everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you
This is the old man's shroud,
These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger
Staring at the maddening crowd,
This is the face of a teenage mother,
This is the child she bears,
This is the soul of her broken lover,
Searching for the smiles they shared,
These are the feet of the punished pilgrim
And in his book of punished love,
You see his eyes,
You see no surprise...
Waiting for a lie that's true.
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah you stop, you look...
You're searching for the meaning
Wasting your life away
These are the dreams of a sleeping father
And in his long lost days,
He sees a child...
He sees his eyes...
Waiting for the price he's paid
These are the tears of a fallen idol,
And in his smile of shattered love,
You see his eyes...
You see no surprise...
You just see lights then realise
Everybody hits you with this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
Yeah you stop, you look...
You're searching for the meaning
Wasting your life away
Oh here with you (Everybody hits you)
There's no one here like you (Everybody knocks you down)
And no one moves but you (Everybody hits you)
Nobody touches like you (Everybody knocks you down)
You... (Everybody knocks you down)
And nobody moves like you
But everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you down...
These are the feet of a punished pilgrim
And to this book he prays
You see his eyes
You see no surprise
You just see lights then realise
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
Everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
Everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you)
(Everybody knocks you down)
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
(Everybody hits you) With this feeling
(Everybody knocks you down) You stop, you look you're searching
You stop you look, you stop you look you're searching
Everybody hits you (Your searching)
For a meaning
You stop, you look you're searching
And everybody hits you
And everybody knocks you down
Everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you
Credits
Writer(s): Downey, Jewell, Mcguinness, Mcguiness, Dingham
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