| You slipped through my hands like I did through my dads
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| Like a river that passes the rocks that its on
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| I’m bracing for loneliness, I know its coming
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| Who will I hold when your gone
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| Now, who will I hold when your gone
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| Now happiness comes, and it seems much like money
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| People gather around it
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| When its gone they go running
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| I’m trying to be here, lift up to the now
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| But the past that’s to come pulls me back down
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| You slipped through my hands like I did through my lovers
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| Like a river that passes the bed that its on
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| I’m bracing for loneliness, I know its coming
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| Who will I hold when your gone
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| Now, who will I hold when your gone
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| Now the victims of love, the most hopeless of all
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| Fortunate prisoners in an infinite war
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| They turn on themselves, its pure sabotage
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| Silver spoon babies with tupperware hearts
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| Silver spoon babies with tupperware hearts
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| You slipped through my hands like I did through my mama’s
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| Like a river that passes the rocks that its on
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| I’m bracing for loneliness, I know its coming
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| Who will I hold when your gone
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| Now, who will I hold when your gone
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| Who will I hold when your gone
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| Now, who will I hold when your gone |