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Well I'll tell you the truth |
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As I only do my friend |
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I'll be living my youth |
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As I live till my end my friend |
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I've been battered and bruised |
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But it's only a few that have stayed or left |
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And that's nothing a hammer |
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A nail or my mind couldn't cure |
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But I've left people hang |
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On a stick or a word |
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If their grip grew tight |
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All the bottles the battles |
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The beds that I've shared they're all mine |
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But the more you hold on to me |
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The less you can have of me |
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The more you hold on to me |
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The less I am yours to keep |
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Well I'll tell you the truth |
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If that's what you want my friend |
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Sometimes being a friend |
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Is not saying a word my friend |
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I've been shattered and shoved |
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And I shattered and shoved |
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But my mind is clear |
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And I've chosen my women, my men |
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And I've chosen my fears |
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But I've loved you with the marrow |
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That fills up my bones and I always will |
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If you are with me or not |
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All depends if you hold me too near |
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But the more you hold on to me |
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The less you can have of me |
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The more you hold on to me |
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The less I am yours to keep |
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The more you hold on to me |
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The less I am yours to keep |
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The more you hold on to me |
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The less I am yours or me |
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There are devils inside |
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That I am not afraid to meet |
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There are devils outside |
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But I am not ashamed to be |
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But the more you hold on to me |
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Yeah the more you hold on to me |
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I will try not to leave |
