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I'm holding on for dear life, it's not looking good |
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Is it now, is it now? |
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It's all up in the air and never coming down |
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Coming down, is it now? |
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Spinning through my fingers, watch it go |
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Out of my hands, out of my hands |
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All over again |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Just wanna know while everything's unraveling |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Don't sew it off; it's lovely tearing at the seams |
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It's what it is |
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It's you and me |
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I'm standing in the in-between of what I was and what I need |
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Slipping through my fingers, watch it go |
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Out of my hands, out of my hands |
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All over again |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Just wanna know while everything's unraveling |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Please don't watch me, please don't watch me cry |
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Oh I don't wanna be this way |
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It's harder than it looks, so please don't watch me cry |
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And admit that I'm frayed |
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Out of my hands, out of my hands |
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All over again |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Just wanna know while everything's unraveling |
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I'm hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread |
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Slipping through my fingers, watch it go |