| Holding out for troubled waters
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| Who knows where the course will tell you
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| You’ve got many fortunate beliefs
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| Like love your girl and love your mother
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| Don’t wait until a cold December
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| Who knows when a brother’s goin' down
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| Something every girl should know
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| Don’t count on some to make it home
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| 'Cause that reminds me of a time when
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| All the lights were shining and the
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| Light was always more than one could use
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| And you were once a shining ocean
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| Giving light to those that wanted
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| Something more to hold than just the air
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| So give me something to remember
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| A diamond ring upon a finger
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| Something every girl should know
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| Don’t count on some to make it home
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| You don’t have to do what you’re told
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| I guess I’m kinda used to the cold
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| Something everyone should know
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| Don’t count on some to make it home
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| Something every girl should know
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| Don’t count on some to make it home
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| You don’t have to do what you’re told
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| I guess I’m kinda used to the cold
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm
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| I guess I’m kinda used to the cold |
| I guess I’m kinda used to the cold |