4.Hold On
I'm sick of running, so sick of running.
Somehow I turned around and found that I was far away.
I wanna hold ya,
I need to hold ya.
I can't pretend to comprehend how things end up this way.
It's been a while, I'm in denial.
I'd hate to hear you say it's over.
I wanna turn back, but can we turn back？
I've got my doubts and I'm thinking that our fate is
always in my hands...
the gun is always in my hands.
So I've just gotta know：
Is it something real, or will it fall apart？
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart？
So I need to know that you will hold on.
'Cause you know how it feels when you're finally home,
and you know how it hurts when you wake up alone.
So I need to know that you will hold on.
Never fading, cause we're waiting, and
I won't let go if you won't let go.
I wanna stay here, can we stay here？
I'm afraid that if we leave then we'll never know.
Maybe we should have.
Or if we would have,
we wouldn't have to say it's over.
But we can see it, so we believe it.
I've got my hopes even when I think
the gun is always in my hands.
So I've just gotta know：
Is it something real, or will it fall apart？
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart？
So I need to know that you will hold on.
'Cause you know how it feels when you're finally home,
and you know how it hurts when you wake up alone.
So I need to know that you will hold on.
But the gun is always in my hands,
always in my..
Is it something real？ Will it come crashing down？
I need to know that you will hold on.
Is it something real, or will it fall apart？
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart？
Oh won't you promise that you'll hold on？
The gun is always in my hands.
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