| Well I’ll tell you the truth
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| As I only do my friend
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| I’ll be living my youth
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| As I live till my end my friend
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| I’ve been battered and bruised
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| But it’s only a few that have stayed or left
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| And that’s nothing a hammer
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| A nail or my mind couldn’t cure
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| But I’ve left people hang
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| On a stick or a word
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| If their grip grew tight
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| All the bottles the battles
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| The beds that I’ve shared they’re all mine
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| But the more you hold on to me
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| The less you can have of me
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| The more you hold on to me
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| The less I am yours to keep
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| Well I’ll tell you the truth
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| If that’s what you want my friend
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| Sometimes being a friend
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| Is not saying a word my friend
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| I’ve been shattered and shoved
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| And I shattered and shoved
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| But my mind is clear
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| And I’ve chosen my women, my men
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| And I’ve chosen my fears
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| But I’ve loved you with the marrow
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| That fills up my bones and I always will
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| If you are with me or not
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| All depends if you hold me too near
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| But the more you hold on to me
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| The less you can have of me
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| The more you hold on to me
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| The less I am yours to keep
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| The more you hold on to me
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| The less I am yours to keep
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| The more you hold on to me
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| The less I am yours or me
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| There are devils inside
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| That I am not afraid to meet
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| There are devils outside
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| But I am not ashamed to be
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| But the more you hold on to me
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| Yeah the more you hold on to me
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| I will try not to leave |