| Hold on, to your insecurities
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| I need them and they need me
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| Hold on, to that pain in your chest
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| You’re most alive when you’re nearest death
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| Hold on, to what makes you cold
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| Wear it like a badge of pride wherever you go
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| Hold on, to your hopelessness
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| At your worst is when you’re at your best
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| Hold on, to your grief and then swallow it whole
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| Let it sit inside your belly and then turn to gold
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| Try not to unbend this unruly curve
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| Cause we are the wonderful we are the hurt
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| Hold on to your misery
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| I need it and it needs me
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| Some people spend their lives trying to be free
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| But I’ll hold on to my misery
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| Hold on, to your neuroses
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| I need them and they need me
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| Hold on to your desperation
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| The pleasure principle at it’s very foundation
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| What more am I owed but certain death
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| It seems there’s nothing more and there’s nothing less
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| Things that I deserve and things I never should
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| A little cynicism will do you good
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| Hold on to your misery
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| I need it and it needs me
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| Some people spend their lives trying to be free
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| But I’ll hold on to my misery
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| Hold on, to your insecurities
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| Hold on, to your neuroses
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| Hold on, like you know you should
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| A little cynicism will do you good
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| Hold on to your misery
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| I need it and it needs me
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| Some people spend their lives trying to be free
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| But I’ll hold on to my misery
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| Hold on to your misery
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| I need it and it needs me
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| Some people spend their lives trying to be free
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| But I’ll hold on to my misery
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| But I’ll hold on to my misery |