| Pop tart, what’s our mission?
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| Do we know, but never listen
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| For too long, they held me under
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| But I hear, it’s almost over
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| In Detroit, on a Memphis train
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| Like you said, it’s down in the heat
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| And the summer rain of the automatic gauze
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| Of your memories down in the sleep
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| At the airplane races
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| Try to hold on
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| To this heart a little bit longer
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| Try to hold on, to this love aloud
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| Try to hold on
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| For this heart’s a little bit colder
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| Try to hold on to this love
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| Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
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| Written around the dried out flowers
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| Here we are still trading places
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| To try to hold on
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| Pop tart, can you envision?
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| A free world of clearer vision
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| For too long they held us under
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| But I know we’re getting over
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| In Detroit, with the Nashville tears
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| Like you said it’s down in the heat
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| With the broken numbers
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| Down in the gaze of solemnity
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| Down in the way, you’ve held together
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| To try to hold on
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| To this heart a little bit closer
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| Try to hold on, to this love aloud
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| Try to hold on
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| For this heart’s a little bit older
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| Try to hold on, to this love aloud
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| And we are still alive
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| Try to hold on
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| And we have survived
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| Try to hold on
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| And no one should deny, we tried to hold on
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| To the pulse of the feedback current
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| Into the flow of encrypted movement
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| Slapback kills the ancient remnants
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| That try to hold on
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| Try to hold on, to this heart alive
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| Try to hold on, to this love aloud
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| Try to hold on and we are still alive
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| Try to hold on and we have survived
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| Try to hold on
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| Pop tart, you never listen
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| Skinned knees, try to hold on
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| Stop start, what’s our mission
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| Skinned knees try to hold on |