| Hold my hand, baby if you can
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| If I demand, maybe you’ll understand
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| So come inside, I think it’s getting colder
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| I’ll stroke your hair, put your head on my shoulder
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| Ahhh ahhh oooh oooh oooh
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| Don’t try to leave, feral dogs have us surrounded
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| The gates are locked, don’t try to knock, don’t bother pounding
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| Hold my hand, maybe that’ll help you
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| If you can, baby hold, it helps you
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| Ahhh ahhh oooh oooh oooh
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| So hold my hand, close your eyes, ignore the band
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| Oh won’t you please, turn it down
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| If you turn around and face me
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| Just because
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| All the things that people say
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| You’re motioning to leave
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| I’m asking you to stay
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| So, hold my hand
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| And grip it lovingly
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| It’s cold but you’ll be warm with me
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| Warm with me
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| Warm with me
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| Hold my hand, baby if you can
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| If I demand, maybe you’ll understand
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| So come inside, I think it’s getting colder
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| You stroke my hair, my head on your shoulder |