| Give up, I’ve made mistakes
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| From what I don’t know
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| And that’s where I find myself
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| Tied up
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| And she was an angel frustrated
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| From what I don’t know
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| And that’s all I ask and I fly on the double
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| From what I can’t see
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| Am I still made of stone
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| Am I trying to be strong
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| Well back on the saddle I fly on the double
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| To where I can’t see
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| And that’s all I see and I see myself troubled
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| From what I cant see
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| Am I still made of stone
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| Am I trying to be strong
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| Well there on the stand with that look on my face
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| A love will conquer my spirit now
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| Well there on the stand with that look on my face
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| A love I can’t see
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| Am I still made of stone
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| Am I trying to be strong
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| Am I still holdin' on
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| I don’t know |