Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away
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We've come so far you know, God, how I wish I could stay
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again
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We've got so far to go just when it feels like the end
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Sing out, sing for the wounded heart
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Sing for the lives we've lost
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Sing out, sing for the blood of man
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Poured out at such a cost
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Sing out, baby, baby, I don't understand
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The flowers that you place in my hand
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Sing out, sing for the love of God
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Sing for the changing man
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I've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me
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No light upon my feet, so much that I couldn't see
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I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name
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Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain
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Sing out, sing for the wounded heart
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Sing for the lives we've lost
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Sing out, sing for the blood of man
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Poured out at such a cost
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Sing out, baby, baby, I don't understand
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The power that you place in my hands
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Sing out, sing for the love of God
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Sing for the changing man
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away
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We've come too far you know to let it turn out this way
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Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again
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We've got so far to go, oh, and it feels like the end
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I've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me
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No light upon my feet, so much that I couldn't see
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I was a hurricane till the hurricane called my name
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Into the eye of the storm out of the cold, cold rain
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Sing Out
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| Mason Jennings |
