| So why are you holding my hand tonight?
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| I’m not intending to go far away
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| I’m just slipping through to the back room --
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| I’ll leave you messages almost every day
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| And who was I to last forever?
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| I didn’t promise to stay the pace
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| Not in this lifetime, babe
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| But we’ll cling together:
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| Some kind of heaven written in your face
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| So why are you holding my hand tonight?
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| Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch?
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| Do my eyes seem to focus
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| On some distant point?
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| Why do I find it hard to talk too much?
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| And who was I to last forever?
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| I didn’t promise to stay the pace
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| Not in this lifetime, babe
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| But we’ll cling together:
|
| Some kind of heaven written in your face
|
| So why are you holding my hand tonight?
|
| I’m not intending to go far away
|
| I’m just slipping through to the back room --
|
| I’ll leave you messages almost every day
|
| And who was I to last forever?
|
| I didn’t promise to stay the pace
|
| Not in this lifetime, babe
|
| But we’ll cling together:
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| Some kind of heaven written in your face |