| Pack your bag, run away
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| Along a freeway, out of town
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| Where you’d like and the night is over
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| It’s alright
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| From despair, between the sheets
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| Spilling over, spinning round
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| Waiting still, in the street
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| Ain’t it bitter, ain’t it sweet, oh ho Holding, holding on to you again
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| Holding, holding on to you again
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| No rushing, don’t rush it, my love
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| Holding on, holding, holding on to you
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| Bet you lie, on your back
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| In the backseat of his car
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| Cattle black, pepper night
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| Dylan Thomas, pass around
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| Passing out on the floor
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| In the bathroom, black light vail
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| We don’t need once again
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| Sing the song, sing
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| Drink the wine, love
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| Oh, well how long did we stay in there
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| Well I can’t believe my eyes
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| Well how long did I take this
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| Well I can’t hold on no, hold on Holding, holding on to you again
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| Holding, holding on to you again
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| I’m ready, I’m ready, my love
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| Holding, holding on to you |