| Hold my Hand | ||||||||
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| Don't know what I'm about to say Don't know what to say, never did So what if I got his zipper between my teeth Make me feel bad about My heart Make me feel bad about Loving your only son Wanting your only son Make me feel bad about this About this About this He's in me now I know he knows one-armed sports I know you want to rip me to shreds But that's okay Cause I'm here Don't know where Where we're going With each day But he's in me now He just has to Take hold of my hand Just hold my hand |
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| � D. R. Vecchione | ||||||||