| Hold loosely to my hand
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| cuz it’s a long, long road,
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| And you don’t know and I don’t know
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| where it goes or where it ends.
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| It’s a long, long road.
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| You’re gonna get back on the front page.
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| Baby, take turns driving your Mercedes.
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| Get back? |
| You don’t even know if you can.
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| Get back on the run way.
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| Honey, do it for love not for money.
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| Get back? |
| You don’t even know if you can.
|
| It’s complicated.
|
| It’s long and winded.
|
| I’ve been frustrated.
|
| «But I know you can make it.»
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| I sell my passion for a dime,
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| unto a thousand hungry eyes.
|
| I covet kingdoms crumbling,
|
| What will we do when the fickle flee?
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| I’m yours if you don’t say maybe.
|
| Hold loosely to my hand
|
| cuz it’s a long, long road,
|
| And you don’t know and I don’t know
|
| where it goes or where it ends.
|
| It’s a long, long road.
|
| You’re gonna get back on the front page.
|
| Baby, take turns driving your Mercedes.
|
| Get back? |
| You don’t even know if you can.
|
| Get back on the run way.
|
| Honey, do it for love not for money.
|
| Get back? |
| You don’t even know if you can.
|
| It’s complicated.
|
| It’s long and winded.
|
| I’ve been frustrated.
|
| «But I know you can make it.»
|
| I sell my passion for a dime,
|
| unto a thousand hungry eyes.
|
| I covet kingdoms crumbling,
|
| What will we do when the fickle flee?
|
| I’m yours if you don’t say maybe. |