| Two young lovers with their bodies on fire
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| Aching to swim that river of desire
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| Leaving innocence there on the bank by their clothes
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| A man holding on to a woman letting go
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| There’s a man with a bottle on the other side of town
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| Swimming with a memory that he can’t drown
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| Lord, it ain’t sunk in that she ain’t coming home
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| Oh, a man holding on to a woman letting go
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| His heart is telling him to hang on for dear life
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| Cause deep down he knows she’s letting go for good this time
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| There’s a daddy walking his daughter down the aisle
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| Fighting back tears and forcing a smile
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| Oh, for 22 years he’s watched her grow
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| A man holding on to a woman letting go
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| In the Hill Valley Home there’s a feeble old man
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| And he’s holding on to a fragile old hand
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| And the angels are coming to carry her home
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| Now he’s a man holding on to a woman letting go
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| His heart is telling him to hang on for dear life
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| Cause deep down he knows she’s letting go for good this time
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| Two young lovers with their bodies on fire
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| Aching to swim that river of desire |
| Leaving innocence there on the bank by their clothes
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| Oh, a man holding on to a woman letting go
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| A man holding on to a woman, a woman letting go |