| Great guns, flesh borders
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| No time to sing «God bless…»
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| High church disorder
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| Tall dark evangelist
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| Red brick, loose mortar
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| Here in Los Angeles
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| Woke up one morning
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| Shakin' so hard
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| I need someone to hold on to
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| Someone higher than the stars
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| I need someone to hide under
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| Should the sky fall on my car
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| I need someone to hold on to
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| One last crescendo
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| The band won’t play all night
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| Look out your window
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| Here comes the fire light
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| Tonight, tomorrow
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| I say we hold on tight
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| Some sing «it's alright…»
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| In temples and bars
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| I need someone to hold on to
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| Someone higher than the stars
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| I need someone to hide under
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| Should the sky fall on my car
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| I need someone to hold on to
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| Still chained, the free man
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| Who sore the slave was dead
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| Don’t run to me then
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| The frightened fool you’ve wed
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| Can’t find the tree stand?
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| No, not the spider shed!
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| Forget the foothills
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| You won’t get far
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| You need someone to hold on to
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| Someone higher than the stars
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| You need someone to drive under
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| So the sky won’t crush your car
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| I need someone to hold on to
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| Someone higher than the moon
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| I need someone to hide under
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| 'Cause the sky is falling soon
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| You need someone to hold on to
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| I need someone to hold on to… |