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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away |
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We've come so far you know, |
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God, how I wish |
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I could stay |
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again |
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We've got so far to go just when it feels like the end |
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Sing out, sing for the wounded heart |
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Sing for the lives we've lost |
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Sing out, sing for the blood of man |
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Poured out at such a cost |
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Sing out, baby, baby, |
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I don't understand |
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The flowers that you place in my hand |
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Sing out, sing for the love of |
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GodSing for the changing man |
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I've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me |
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No light upon my feet, so much that |
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I couldn't see |
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I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name |
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Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain |
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Sing out, sing for the wounded heart |
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Sing for the lives we've lost |
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Sing out, sing for the blood of man |
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Poured out at such a cost |
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Sing out, baby, baby, |
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I don't understand |
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The power that you place in my hands |
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Sing out, sing for the love of |
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GodSing for the changing man |
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away |
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We've come too far you know to let it turn out this way |
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again |
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We've got so far to go, oh, and it feels like the end |
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I've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me |
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No light upon my feet, so much that |
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I couldn't see |
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I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name |
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Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain |