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Hold On (X7)

You ve Always Been a Tough Girl,
But You Feel You re About to Break.
You re Feeling Stuck,
And Out of Luck,
Watching Your Dreams All Slip Away.
Been Working Mornings in the Kitchen,
And Working Nights At the Corner Store.
As Your Life Flies By,
You Wonder Why,
And You Know That There s Gotta Be Something More.

(Chorus)
Hold On,
But Don t Hold On Too Tight.
Let Go,
It s Gonna Be All Right.
Don t Run Away From What Your Heart Is Saying.
Be Strong,
Face What You re Afraid Of.
Come On,
Show em What You re Made Of.
I Know It s Hard When Your Hope Is Gone,
But You Gotta Keep Holding On.

You re Hear a Voice That s Calling,
And It s Telling You to Make a Change.
It s Time to Fly,
And Say Goodbye,
And Move On to a Better Place.
You Know You Gotta Take the First Step,
To Get to Where You Wanna Be.
Just Get On Track,
And Don t Look Back,
cos It s the Only Way That You re Gonna Be Free..

(Chorus)

Hold On..
You re Gonna Make It,
You re Gonna Be Stronger.
Hold On..
Hang in There, Baby,
Just a Little Bit Longer.
Hold On..
Yeah, and You re Gonna Be Fine.
Don t Give Up,
Be Strong.
When the Going Gets Tough,
You Gotta Hold On.

(Chorus X2)

I Know It s Hard When Your Hope Is Gone, (X3)
But You Gotta Keep, Yeah,
Holdin On..(Hold On..)
Hold On..(Hold On)
Hold On.

You fall, she cries so softly
Oh wait for me
I know she cannot hold you
From the bridge of Cherokee

In the dark a dream will crumble
Even disappear
I wave, but you don t know me
All you find is darkness here

In the night the bird is...

Well it s a different man in your face
And so out of place
That you can see anything there that you wish
Kiss my bliss
It s like I m a welcoming freakshow doormat
Held in awe while growing fat in the head
This is where we all should see red
A big fat wet slab...

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Me I m a victim of a young girl s suck
Feeling the emotions through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god damned dress
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See it´s like that,
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and the ladies that be pimping their ass,
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