| Uh-oh look what you do
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| You carry the weight of your world
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| Over my world right through
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| And look what it does
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| It marries a cold heart notion
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| With my emotional view
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| I’ll stick to my guns
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| Cause I see you’re hiding there somewhere
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| A heart that could be won back round
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| You don’t make a sound
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| But you send my temperature soaring
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| When I hear you calling but
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| You’re not calling me
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| If there’s a cure for this
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| I don’t want it
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| The side that other people never see
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| Has a heart in there somewhere
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| I believe
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| I’ll go get the car
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| And I’ll have the engine running
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| Just tell me you’re coming with me
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| And look what we’ll see
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| Is that the earth that’s moving
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| A point that you’ve proven to me
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| I’ll stick to my guns
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| Cause I see a soul in there somewhere
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| A soul that should be let set free
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| And carried to me
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| Cause you send my temperature soaring
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| When I hear you calling but
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| You’re not calling me
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| If there’s a cure for this
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| I don’t want it
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| The side that other people never see
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| Has a heart in there somewhere
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| I believe
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| Hang on to yourself
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| Hold on to any hope you might have
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| If there’s a cure for this
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| I don’t want it
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| The side that other people never see
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| Has a heart in there somewhere
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| I believe
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| Oooooooooooooooooooooh
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| I believe |