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Sold like fucking real-estate,
The stench of failure is inhuman.
It lingers on, for days, it lingers on.
Hold my hand again, tell me everything will be okay.
Those times meant so much to me,
and the felt so true.
This is fucking hopeless,
I have nothing left to give.
And nothing to hold on to,
Won't you hold my hand again?
Hold my hand again, hold my hand again...
The stench of failure is inhuman.
It lingers on, for days, it lingers on.
Hold my hand again, tell me everything will be okay.
Those times meant so much to me,
and the felt so true.
This is fucking hopeless,
I have nothing left to give.
And nothing to hold on to,
Won't you hold my hand again?
Hold my hand again, hold my hand again...
Song Info
Submitted by
streaksinthesky423 On Sep 29, 2004
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