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ElectricPack your bag, run awayAlong the freeway, out of town With the light, on through the night It's over, it's alright From this bed, between the sheets Spilling over, spinning round Bleeding still, in the street Ain't it bitter, ain't it sweet? Holding, holding on to you again Holding, holding on to you again Don't rush it, don't rush it, my love Holding on, holding, holding on to you I bet you lie, on your back In the backseat of his car Kettle black, pepper night Dylan Thomas, passed around Passing out on the floor In the bathroom, black light veil We all meet once again We sing the songs and drink the wine Well, how long did we stay in there? Well, I can't believe my eyes Well, how long did I take this? Well, I can't hold on, hold on Holding, holding on to you again Holding, holding on to you again I'm ready, I'm ready my love I'm holding, holding on to you |