Yeah
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Yeayeah
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Next thing I knew we were in deep
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Hold on to me, cause babe I'm bout to leave
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She said it never felt so right
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As the time went by
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and I was off in the night
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She said I don't cry, tonight I cried twice
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The thought of you not by my side
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And I find you the on the emotional type
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Hold on to me, we can hold on for life
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Tell me how you feel when I say this,
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Our destination is place-less
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I never understood what it meant when
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I said the three words that some people dread
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That's about as real as it gets
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I never hold back with my love and intent
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Finally figured out what it meant
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Now there's a spark in my heart times ten
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Everyday
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Eight days a week was the song that I'd play
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Eight times for me and eight times for the sake
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Eight times for love and eight times for the way
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That I can remember those days
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You and every minute wasn't all so strange
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See you in the spring when the patience pays
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I'm strugglin' but hustlin' and lovin' it, always.
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Yeah yeah
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I wrote to her eighty-five times
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Sometimes for her, but sometimes for my
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simple collection of lies
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Sometimes to find the way up in a rhyme
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I woke up one morning to find
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it was her first name on a billboard sign
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I smiled and said damn what a trip
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I was just yesterday I had a kiss for her lips
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Usually I don't make much of this
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A sign's a sign it doesn't change it a bit
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I choose to stay calm in my sleep
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Seeing the prize on April nineteenth
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That was then, I was down to a week
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Longest seven days of my life so to speak
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I sip up my tea so sweet
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And my head thirsts the girl I've been dying to see
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So, everyday
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Eight days a week was the song that I'd play
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Eight times for me and eight times for the sake
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Eight times for love and eight times for the way
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That I can remember those days
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You and every minute wasn't all so strange
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See you in the spring when the patience pays
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I'm strugglin' but hustlin' and lovin' it, always.
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Day By Day
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Rebelution |