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Hold on, to your insecurities |
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I need them and they need me |
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Hold on, to that pain in your chest |
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You're most alive when you're nearest death |
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Hold on, to what makes you cold |
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Wear it like a badge of pride wherever you go |
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Hold on, to your hopelessness |
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At your worst is when you're at your best |
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Hold on, to your grief and then swallow it whole |
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Let it sit inside your belly and then turn to gold |
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Try not to unbend this unruly curve |
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Cause we are the wonderful we are the hurt |
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Hold on to your misery |
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I need it and it needs me |
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Some people spend their lives trying to be free |
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But I'll hold on to my misery |
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Hold on, to your neuroses |
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I need them and they need me |
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Hold on to your desperation |
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the pleasure principle at it's very foundation |
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What more am I owed but certain death |
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It seems there's nothing more and there's nothing less |
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Things that I deserve and things I never should |
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A little cynicism will do you good |
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Hold on to your misery |
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I need it and it needs me |
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Some people spend their lives trying to be free |
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But I'll hold on to my misery |
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Hold on, to your insecurities |
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Hold on, to your neuroses |
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Hold on, like you know you should |
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A little cynicism will do you good |
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Hold on to your misery |
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I need it and it needs me |
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Some people spend their lives trying to be free |
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But I'll hold on to my misery |
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Hold on to your misery |
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I need it and it needs me |
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Some people spend their lives trying to be free |
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But I'll hold on to my misery |
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But I'll hold on to my misery |
