One thing about all this clock punching
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Brings back meaning to the weekend
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The heat gets shut off at midnight
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Noises seem louder with the lights off
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You eat and sleep and dream
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And ride your bike through the slipstream
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On footpaths that weren't built for bikes
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Let alone people
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They're full of trucks and cars
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And dotted with topless bars
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This land that once was promised ours
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Treats you like a stranger
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Hold on, my love
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Hold on
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If only for that cloud
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That burst its skin and cried out loud
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And sent us running with the crowd
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The concert ruined
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The cute smiles of young boys beckon
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If only for 9 seconds
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I know you're lonely
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So if only for the 'if only'
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Hold on, my love
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Hold on
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Oh please try to rest those peepers
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You're jealous of easy sleepers
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Try not to think too hard
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You might break something
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Sometimes my biggest fear is
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A dressing room between two mirrors
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Watching myself disappear
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Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
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Hold on, my love
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Hold on
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Hold on
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Hold On
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Darren Hanlon |