Текст (слова) песни: Out Crowd, The - Holding

 
I can`t keep holding onto things that I can`t hold on to 
It`s burning up all my skin 
I look like a warscene holding so tightly to these memories 
Dress them up in flowers 
 
I look at you for hours 
I look at you and sigh 
I look at you and sometimes I feel a hole inside 
 
I get pissed off with angst and emo-frustration 
Can`t you just deal with all of your shit? 
Look down at the ground and listen to sounds you hear 
Can you hear the Earth calling for you? 
 
No, because you`re all alone here 
You`ll always be alone 
Quit holding on to things that shouldn`t even last 
Life moves much too fast to try and reserrect the past 
So keep on moving 
Move a little faster, not for me, for you
 

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