St Vincent - Hysterical Strength

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Hey it’s your blood That makes my veins run It’s true, so I tried to give it back to you Young one, look at me It’s not your beast to leash Oh don’t hold more than you can stand to carry Must have been the case Hysterical strength To stand up while the room moved off its axis Old man look at me Through the teeth of your grief Oh don’t grab more than you can stand to carry Cause you went off to see no one else could see and left more than we could stand to bury

Hey it’s your blood
That makes my veins run
It’s true, so I tried to give it back to you



Young one, look at me
It’s not your beast to leash
Oh don’t hold more than you can stand to carry

Must have been the case
Hysterical strength
To stand up while the room moved off its axis

Old man look at me
Through the teeth of your grief
Oh don’t grab more than you can stand to carry

Cause you went off to see no one else could see
and left more than we could stand to bury