Hold On by 88
Back when you were down and out
Up from your toes
And out of your mouth
Was that same old song
Someone mustʼve done you wrong again
Think about the things you did
Cigarettes, poems, and idiot kids
Theyʼre all famous now
But I hope you all learned how to fall
These are the happy days
These are the ones we made
Holy and on display
Hold on
Shine on
Roll on
And hold on
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