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Hold You Like I do

Sweet Misery


I've got both hands in my pockets
Like I had a thousand dimes
And I'm walking down this lonely street again

There's a hundred questions on my mind
But there are no good answers anymore
Besides this world is so cruel
'Cause it still moves without you

They won't hold you like I do,
They won't feel you like I do,
They won't dance with you in bed
Until the both of you are dead
They won't love you like I do,
They won't breathe you like I do,
They won't dance with you in bed
Until the both of you are dead

There's a teardrop in the cellar
There are memories creeping all around me
It's hard to breathe, I can't get no sleep for days

There's a hundred questions on my mind
But there are no good answers anymore
Besides this heart is so cruel
'Cause it still hurts in pieces

They won't hold you like I do,
They won't feel you like I do,
They won't dance with you in bed
Until the both of you are dead
They won't love you like I do,
They won't breathe you like I do,
They won't dance with you in bed
Until the both of you are dead

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