| These hands are tired
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| These fingers don’t move the way they should
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| These palms are weak
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| I can’t hold the words, the ones I want to keep
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| If I could make it, why should I make you
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| This is the one thing I’m supposed to do
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| If I could be anything, I don’t think it’d be you
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| (See the way you)
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| (See the way you)
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| These words are mine
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| This story now is moving underneath
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| This house is ours
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| We built the walls but won’t you let me speak
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| If I could make it, why should I make you
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| This is the one thing I’m supposed to do
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| If I could be anything, I don’t think it’d be you
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| (See the way you)
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| (Feel the way you)
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| Can you take this for me tonight
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| (See the way you)
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| Can you hold it for a while
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| Can you take it, can you take it
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| Can you hold it just for a while |