The Wooden Sky - Baby, Hold On | Текст песни

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• The Wooden Sky
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I was lost in conversation.
You ran your fingers through my hair.
I thought life's just masturbation,
And threw it all
Up in the air.

But you bottle up all that frustration
And take it out on those that care.
You know I love you, baby.
Please just be patient.
I hear your voice inside my head.

Saying,
\"Please,
Baby, come home.\"

When you're all done cultivating,
Those days you crave will turn to stone.
And the drugs don't work like they used to.
Baby, I'm coming,
So baby, hold on.

Saying,
\"Please,
Baby, hold on.\"

Oh, hold on.

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