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I'm trying to hold you |
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From the harm that I'll cause to you in the end |
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If you love me too much |
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I'm trying to spair you |
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From the troubles that my troubled soul |
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May cause on the way |
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Yeah, I know what sensation it is to ride |
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On a bicycle at the age of 5 |
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I'm trying to keep you |
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From the modern days and the easy ways |
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You get thrown up your face |
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I'm trying to help you |
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From the bigger lies and the harder fights |
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That can wear out your eyes |
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Yeah, I know what sensation it is to ride |
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On a bicycle at the age of 5 |
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I'm trying to hold you |
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From the harm that I'll cause to you in the end |
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If you love me too much |
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I'm trying to spair you |
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From the bigger lies and the harder fights |
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That can wear out your eyes |
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Yeah, I know what sensation it is to ride |
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On a bicycle at the age of 5 |
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And I try not to, try not to, try not to hard |
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When I try to keep my able self inside |
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Yeah, I know what sensation it is to ride |
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On a bicycle at the age of 5 |
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And I try not to, try not to, try not to hard |
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When I try to keep my able self inside |
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If someone ever grabs the phone |
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I'll be the last to know |
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What is wrong with us |
