Hands in Line
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Arms close to my side
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I'm fighting tides
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Of an ocean's undertow
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And I figure that I might not make it
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I'm taking empty but seldom speaking
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And the words retreat
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Yeah, they breath in histories
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Still at ease
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And the story's untold
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And my arms unfold
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My hands are high
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And I'm holding on, I'm holding out
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And I figure that I
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Figure that I just might make it
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And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
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And the words repeat breathing histories
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Into stories untold but I unfold
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See now quality is what you see now
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In the corner of your eye
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And don't be surprised
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If you hear the bells ring
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As they form from the sky
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They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da
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Yea yea bong, bong, bong,bong ba da yea, yea
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And I'm always holding on
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And I'm already holding out
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Said I'm holding out your side
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And I'm holding out this time
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Cause I figure that I, and I figure that I
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Just might make it and I'm
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Waking empty but seldom sleeping
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And the words repeat breathin histories untold
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But I unfold
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Unfold
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| Jason Mraz |
