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Zelda
Words from a drunk and numbers in code
I've got the pride of the Irish on the phone
Keep sending postcards from Chicago
Pressure's building up
I think I might explode
Hold tight
I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
So what'll it be?
Clothes in the trunk
I guess I should have known
Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne
Save all White Russian for the drive home
Mint and hazelnut
I can't forget how you taste
Windows boarded up
But were they ever really open in the first place?
Hold tight
I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night
I'm doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
One day leads to decay
What in the hell happened to us?
My dear, you have a choice to make
Hold tight
I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
(With goodbyes)
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night
I'm doing all I can, doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
Hold tight
I wish that you could see through my eyes
I've never really been good with goodbyes
(With goodbyes)
So keep holding on
Holding on
This time I promise not to take the whole night
I'm doing all I can to make this right
So keep holding on
I'm holding on
Keep holding on
I'm holding on
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I'm holding on
Keep holding on
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
I'm doing all I can to make this right
This time I promise not to take the whole night
Holding on
So keep holding on
(With goodbyes)
I've never really been good with goodbyes
I wish that you could see through my eyes
Hold tight
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
I'm doing all I can, doing all I can to make this right
This time I promise not to take the whole night
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
(With goodbyes)
I've never really been good with goodbyes
I wish that you could see through my eyes
Hold tight
My dear, you have a choice to make
What in the hell happened to us?
One day leads to decay
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
I'm doing all I can to make this right
This time I promise not to take the whole night
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
I've never really been good with goodbyes
I wish that you could see through my eyes
Hold tight
But were they ever really open in the first place?
Windows boarded up
I can't forget how you taste
Mint and hazelnut
Save all White Russian for the drive home
Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne
I guess I should have known
Clothes in the trunk
So what'll it be?
I'm holding on
So keep holding on
I've never really been good with goodbyes
I wish that you could see through my eyes
Hold tight
I think I might explode
Pressure's building up
Keep sending postcards from Chicago
I've got the pride of the Irish on the phone
Words from a drunk and numbers in code
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| elda |
| eZlda |
| aelda |
| aZelda |
| Zaelda |
| selda |
| sZelda |
| Zselda |
| xelda |
| xZelda |
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| Zxelda |
| Zeelda |
| Zlda |
| Zleda |
| Zslda |
| Zeslda |
| Z3lda |
| Z3elda |
| Ze3lda |
| Zflda |
| Zfelda |
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| Zeflda |
| Zrlda |
| Zrelda |
| Zerlda |
| Z4lda |
| Z4elda |
| Ze4lda |
| Zdlda |
| Zdelda |
| Zedlda |
| Zwlda |
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| Zewlda |
| Zellda |
| Zeda |
| Zedla |
| Zekda |
| Zeklda |
| Zelkda |
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