| You told me to hold on here
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| To hold on like day old beer
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| To hold on for your return
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| May I yearn and burn?
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| I sit in my rocking chair
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| And swing like a doctrinaire
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| On things that won’t be so
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| Up and down
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| Day by day, all night long
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| All the years you have been gone
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| I hold on here
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| Till the cows come home
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| The bitterness inside me
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| Embraces me totally
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| And opens me finally
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| I have been alone
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| I hold on a rocking chair again
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| And swing like a doctrinaire again
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| On things that won’t be so
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| Up and down
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| Day by day, all night long
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| All the years you have been gone
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| I hold on here
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| Till the cows come home
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| Oh god I’m yearning
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| I’m always burning
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| For things that are gone
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| But now I’m learning
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| To stop turning around, to hold on
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| That’s not a song about you
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| Not about me, not about anyone
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| Maybe an outstanding account to be paid
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| For all the days, all night long, all the years
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| I hold on till the cows come home |