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[Verse 1] |
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Contact was questioned from the boulevard |
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Head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds |
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I'm fine, I'm fine, wait waiting on the line |
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We sent ourselves in on the gray card scale |
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[Chorus] |
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Hold my hand |
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Where storms are sand |
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Sand is said |
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To be sad |
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[Verse 2] |
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Long winded Cambridge medicated care |
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Head first, the motor runs, the motor must run |
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They confiscated every accident |
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And turned ourselves in on our selfish turns |
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With visitations from the underwhelmed |
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Five years, she fears to hold my broken hand |
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Why were you gone, why were you gone so long? |
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She is the reason that I still believe |
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[Chorus] |
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Hold my hand |
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Where storms are sand |
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Sand is said |
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To be sad |
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[Bridge] |
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Cover your eyes, in the pouring rain |
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Cover your eyes, everyone is all the same |
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Cover your eyes, in the pouring rain |
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Cover your eyes, everyone is all the same |
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[Outro] |
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Far away (Far away) |
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Far away (Far away) |
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Far away (Far away) |
