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pop tart
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what's our mission
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do we know
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but never listen
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for too long
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they held me under
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but i hear
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it's almost over
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in detroit
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on a memphis train
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like you said
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it's down in the heat and the summer rain of
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the automatic gauze of your memories
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down in the sleep at the airplane races
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try to hold on
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to this heart
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a little bit longer
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try to hold on
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to this love
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aloud
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try to hold on
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for this heart's
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a little bit colder
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try to hold on
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to this love
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paperback scrawl your hidden poem
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written around the dried out flowers
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here we are still trading places
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to try to hold on
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pop tart
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can you envision
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a free world
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of clear division
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for too long
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they held us under
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but i know
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we're getting over
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in detroit
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with the nashville tears
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like you said
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it's down in the heat with the broken numbers
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down in the gaze of solemnity
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down in the way you held together
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to try to hold on
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to this heart
|
a little bit closer
|
try to hold on
|
to this love
|
aloud
|
try to hold on
|
for this heart's
|
a little bit older
|
try to hold on
|
to this love
|
aloud
|
and we are still alive
|
try to hold on
|
and we have survived
|
try to hold on
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and no one should deny
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we try to hold on
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to the pulse of a feedback current
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into the flow of the cryptic movement
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slapback kills the ancient remnants
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that try to hold on
|
try to hold on
|
to this heart
|
alive
|
try to hold on
|
to this love
|
aloud
|
try to hold on
|
and we are still alive
|
try to hold on
|
and we have survived
|
try to hold on
|
pop tart
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you never listen
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skinned knees
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try to hold on
|
stop start
|
what's our mission
|
skinned knees
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try to hold on
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Try Try Try
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| Smashing Pumpkins |
