| Take the forward path
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| Have a big slice of the city
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| Get the upper hand
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| While you’re still pretty
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| But you know what we’re like
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| No, they will never respect you
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| The way you want them to respect you
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| I think it’s very well understood
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| But I’m
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| You
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| Your cracked up shell
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| A dead opera house
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| You give yourself to them now
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| In a game of cat and mouse
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| From the storyboard
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| To the bedroom scene
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| Through eleven World Wars
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| Other people you have been
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| Well I’m
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| Gonna hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| You
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| Oh I’m
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| Gonna hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| You
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| I can come to terms
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| With slowly going mad
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| Things we used to fear in the dark
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| And what ever lies beyond that
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| But I’ve come to resemble
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| My own shadow
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| As it falls into the sidewalk
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| I’m no longer anyone I know
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| No-one here reminds me of you
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| Yet I see no-one else
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| On the crowded sidewalk
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| Well I’m
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| You
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| Oh I’m
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you
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| Hold on to you
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| Hold on to you
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| I’m gonna hold on to you |