| Hold me up in the palm of your hand
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| Lying to you is a river of sin
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| Your metaphores, your silent calls
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| Your feelings are too real
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| Let them spew, a fall from grace
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| Would do us good today
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| I’ll lift you up, we can love or cry
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| Hey, I’m in love, I’ll take you up again
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| Oh, oh…
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| All that to you in a church by the sea
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| We’re late, but not in the same way
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| We’re older today
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| I’ll lift you up, we can love or cry
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| Hey, I’m in love, I’ll take you up again
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| Your eyes have too many colours and I can only try
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| Your energy could be runnin' low, now
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| The juice is dry
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| Oh, oh…
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| Images we cannot leave behind
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| Like two riversides we roll back
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| Lift me up
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| In the palm of your hand
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| Lying to you is a river of sin, oh…
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| Your metaphores, your silent calls
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| Your feelings are too real, oh…
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| Let them spew, a fall from grace
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| With your love you had today, oh, oh hey… |