| 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 |