| The hands I’m holding now if you remember
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| Are the very hands that gave me my first rose
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| They’re reaching out for one last dying ember
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| In the ashes of a love that’s lost its glow
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| But if you don’t want me I won’t try to keep you
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| But there’s just smallest chance you may be wrong
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| Until you’re sure I hope you’ll never let go
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| Of the hands that you’ve been holding for so long
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| Did God mean I could keep you for a lifetime or did he mean for just a year or
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| two
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| And if it’s meant that I should have to lose you
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| Then what’s these hands you’re holding gonna do
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| But if you don’t want me… |