F I was lost in conversationGm You ran your fingers through my hairF I thought life's just masturbationGm And threw it all up in the airF But you bottle up all that frustrationGm And take it out on those that careF You know I love you, babyPlease just be patientGm I hear your voice inside my headF Saying, pleaseGm Baby, come homeF Saying, pleaseGm Baby, come homeF When you’re all done cultivatingGm Those days you crave will turn to stoneF And the drugs don't work like they used toGm Baby, I'm coming So baby, hold onF Saying, pleaseGm Baby, hold onF Saying, pleaseGm Baby, hold onF Oh, hold on
Baby Hold On
The Wooden Sky
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