| It’s the kind of lost thing, really
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| A little bit of brief wondering
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| And it’s started out with ice-cold
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| Kids with nothing to lose
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| And I don’t suppose that you think
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| That it’s something
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| I don’t suppose that it bothers you still
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| But it’s the hold tight
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| Hold steady!
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| Hold tight,
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| See where it goes
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| Just a little bit, just a little bit
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| Just a little bit, don’t take
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| This you can’t erase,
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| This will not be scared
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| I have the storm
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| In the moonlight we walked in the park at night
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| We played golf under statues of lennon
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| Our hearts bound for breaking at dawn
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| And I don’t suppose that it means much of anything
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| And I don’t suppose that you think of it too
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| But it’s the hold tight
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| Hold steady!
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| Hold tight,
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| We’re back in the game
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| Just a little bit, just a little bit
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| Just a little bit over
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| Just a little bit, just a little bit
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| Just a little bit over again
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| And I don’t suppose that you think much of anything
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| But I really hope that you think of me still
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| 'Cause it’s the hold tight
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| Keep steady!
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| Hold tight,
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| Back in the game!
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| Hold tight
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| Hold steady now!
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| Hold on
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| Hold tight
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| Hold steady
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| Hold tight
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| We’re back in the game
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| Just a little bit, just a little bit
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| Just a little bit over
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| Just a little bit, just a little bit
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| Just a little bit over again |