| Years of compression
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| The years they come and go
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| It’s all subjective
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| Worn boots and told you so’s
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| Sews despair in to diamond rings
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| Burnin' everything as far as the eye can see
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| If I can hold you tonight
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| I’ll keep you so safe armor falls aside
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| If I can hold, baby, you tonight
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| I doubt it’s gonna change what we are inside
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| I got the message
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| I heard it loud and clear
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| Should have expected
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| So brash and cavalier
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| Leary from the dancing days
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| Born into the world with two left feet in the grave
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| If I can hold you tonight
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| I’ll keep you so safe armor falls aside
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| If I can hold, baby, you tonight
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| I doubt it’s gonna change what we are inside
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| If I can hold you tonight
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| I’ll keep you so safe armor falls aside
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| If I can hold, baby, you tonight
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| I doubt it’s gonna change what we are inside
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| If I can hold you tonight
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| I’ll keep you so safe armor falls aside
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| If I can hold, baby, you tonight
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| I doubt it’s gonna change what we are inside |