Every round she sings When it's time for war. Every rising sun Has a right to go down.
Holding on, holding on
Every honey bee Gets some peace of mind. Every lovely guest Gets a glass of fine wine, So make some little babies.
Holding on, holding on Love, love Love love love love love I do love Love, love I fucking love you, I fucking love you I do
I'm not fooling anyone. A few more 'til the world is ready; It won't be sick anymore, As long as that's what keeps you happy.
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