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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.