Paper Rifles - Headstrong

Here come the waterworks again
I never was quite sure how to deal with them
There is no room in here for weakness
Nor the space to gasp for air
So hold on

Dry your eyes son now, you're a man
Keep that mouth shut tight like I know you can
I'd rather shake your hand than ask you why your hands are shaking
So they say

Chin up, chin up
The stiffest lips will sink our ships now
Chin up, chin up
Be headstrong or be dead wrong
Dead wrong

Written by:
Jon Dick

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