| My hands are ice
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| It’s out of my control
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| It’s a, change of heights
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| See I, wandered off the road
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| But, the superstition
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| Gotta' loosen up the rope
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| See, if there’s a vision
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| You gotta' let it show…
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| But I’m looking in the mirror
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| I’m in the middle, staying alive
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| I’m trying not to fear her
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| There’s too much static, she’s hard to fight
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| I’m hanging the receiver
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| I’ll call you later, I need to save her
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| And baby if you see her
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| Tell her you love her…
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| So what is coming?
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| It’s out of my control
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| You see, I’ve got no power
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| It’s just electrical cords
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| But, there’s a superstition
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| Hang on to the hope
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| If there’s a vision
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| You’ve gotta' let it show…
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| But I’m looking in the mirror
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| I’m in the middle, staying alive
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| I’m trying not to fear her
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| There’s too much static, she’s hard to fight
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| I’m hanging the receiver
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| I’ll call you later, I need to save her
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| And baby if you see her
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| Tell her you love her…
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| It’s many faces I have seen
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| Many ways in which I’ve loved
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| Bandaged up the broken dove…
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| (Tell her you love her, oh, tell her you love her…)
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| But I, still believe that it can soar
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| I believe that in my core
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| Or tell me what are we here for???
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| I’m looking in the mirror
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| I’m in the middle, staying alive
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| I’m trying not to fear her
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| There’s too much static, she’s hard to fight
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| I’m hanging the receiver
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| I’ll call you later, I need to save her
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| And baby if you see her…
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| Tell her you love her…
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| (Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Oh, tell her you love her…)
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| (Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Oh, tell her you love her…)
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| (Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Tell her you love her
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| Oh, tell her you love her…) |