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When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears |
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It was easy to see that you'd been crying |
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Seems like everywhere you turn, catastrophe it reigns |
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But who really profits from the dying |
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I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold you forever |
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I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold you in my arms forever |
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When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions |
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It's my worried mind that you quiet |
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Place your hands on my face, close my eyes and say |
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Love is a poor man's food, don't prophesize |
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I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold you forever |
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And I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold you forever |
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So now we see how it is, this fist begets the spear |
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Weapons of war, symptoms of madness |
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Don't let your eyes refuse to see, don't let your ears refuse to hear |
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Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness |
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I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold on forever |
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And I could hold you in my arms |
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I could hold forever |
