| You put your lips to nicotine and say it’s just the one
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| But nicotine don’t care about your lungs
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| You squeeze my hand, you say it’s fine
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| It’s only when you’re drunk
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| I wish I’d let you just do what you want
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| But I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to
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| Yeah, I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to
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| Now I feel bad, I apologize
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| I must leave you alone
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| You hate to feel like you’re being controlled
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| Sorry if I squeeze too tight, I really hope you know
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| The reason I’m so scared to let you go is
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| I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to
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| Yeah, I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to
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| If you knew the shooting pain that hits me in my chest
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| You’d think before you did that to yourself
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| And like I do, you picture us, both knowing it’s the end
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| And wishing that you’d heard me when I said that
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| I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to
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| That, I’m gonna need something to hold on to
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| Something to hold on to |