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Holding on, holding on |
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Every round she sings |
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When it's time for war. |
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Every rising sun |
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Has a right to go down. |
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Holding on, holding on |
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Every honey bee |
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Gets some peace of mind. |
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Every lovely guest |
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Gets a glass of fine wine, |
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So make some little babies. |
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Holding on, holding on |
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Love, love |
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Love love love love love |
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I do love |
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Love, love |
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I fucking love you, I fucking love you |
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I do |
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I'm not fooling anyone. |
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A few more 'til the world is ready; |
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It won't be sick anymore, |
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As long as that's what keeps you happy. |
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Holding on, holding on |
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Love, love |
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Love love love love love |
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I do love |
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Love, love |
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I fucking love you, I fucking love you |
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I do |
