Who Holds Your Hand
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by Patty Larkin
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Can't blame it on the moon no more, no
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Can't blame it on the radar weather
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Can't blame it on my lucky stars
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Or my mother or my father
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Well, I'm holed up in the bell tower
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Looking for four walls to bounce off
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Looking for a donkey I could
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Maybe pin a tail on
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Well I've taken to staying up late
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I've taken up bowling
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I take a couple aspirin
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And I call my lover in the morning
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Well I've taken to talking to myself
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And I don't even get it
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Gotta get out of my head
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It'll drive me crazy if I let it
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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So I put a cup of tea on
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And I looked at Rand McNally
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I put a couple shoes on
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And I hurried down the alley
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Now I'm driving down the highway
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Trying to get the lead out
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Rolling down the window
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And I'm sticking my neck out
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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Hold on
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Hold on
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Hold on
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Some people believe in Jesus
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And I guess that works real good
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Some people believe in God
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Like they believe in knocking on wood
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Religion is a picture window
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Life is not a pretty picture
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Rattles when the wind blows
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And it never knew what hit her
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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Who Holds Your Hand
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When you're alone
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Who Holds Your Hand
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| Patty Larkin |
