| Every time you say there’ll be
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| Every time you say there’ll be a change
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| I’ll be counting til ten until it strikes again
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| Your blood wrote melodies
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| Formed patterns like bright red leaves
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| The pavements grey ash
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| Stained your face with dust
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| I am holding on to you
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| I am holding on to you
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| Every time I ride my bike
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| Past the corner where you fell that day
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| There is this growing feeling, my head is pounding of shame
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| People are rushing by
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| Too busy to realise
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| That there are still flowers on the ground
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| And several notes of goodbye
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| I’m holding on to you
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| I’m holding on to you
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| I’m holding on to you
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| I’m holding on to you |