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Pop tart, what's our mission? |
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Do we know, but never listen |
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For too long, they held me under |
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But I hear, it's almost over |
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In Detroit, on a |
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Memphis train |
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Like you said, it's down in the heat |
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And the summer rain of the automatic gauze |
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Of your memories down in the sleep |
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At the airplane races |
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Try to hold on |
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To this heart a little bit longer |
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Try to hold on, to this love aloud |
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Try to hold on |
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For this heart's a little bit colder |
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Try to hold on to this love |
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Paperback scrawl your hidden poems |
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Written around the dried out flowers |
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Here we are still trading places |
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To try to hold on |
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Pop tart, can you envision? |
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A free world of clearer vision |
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For too long they held us under |
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But I know we're getting over |
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In Detroit, with the |
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Nashville tears |
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Like you said it's down in the heat |
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With the broken numbers |
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Down in the gaze of solemnity |
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Down in the way, you've held together |
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To try to hold on |
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To this heart a little bit closer |
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Try to hold on, to this love aloud |
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Try to hold on |
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For this heart's a little bit older |
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Try to hold on, to this love aloud |
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And we are still alive |
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Try to hold on |
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And we have survived |
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Try to hold on |
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And no one should deny, we tried to hold on |
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To the pulse of the feedback current |
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Into the flow of encrypted movement |
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Slapback kills the ancient remnants |
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That try to hold on |
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Try to hold on, to this heart alive |
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Try to hold on, to this love aloud |
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Try to hold on and we are still alive |
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Try to hold on and we have survived |
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Try to hold on |
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Pop tart, you never listen |
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Skinned knees, try to hold on |
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Stop start, what's our mission |
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Skinned knees try to hold on |