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Don't hold me to these words
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Cos to you they could mean anything
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But to me they are my everything
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I need to spin the world
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Don't hold me to these words
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Cos they'll hurt you more than melodies
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But to me they're more than empathy
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I cling to every verse
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Don't drive along these roads
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Cos they'll take you to a precious glade
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Where troubled minds release their pain
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And never tell a soul
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Don't hold me in your arms
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Cos I needed that more yesterday
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But I need you now and I'll not complain
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Just don't read every word
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If you feel the same
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You should let it all out now
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And if you feel the same
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Then you should let me know right now
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Inside I'm open
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I just never learnt how to get it all out
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Inside I'm all hope
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I just never learnt how to get it all out
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Precious
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| Bernard Butler |
