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Hands in line Arms close to my side I'm fighting tides Of an ocean's undertows And I figure that I might not make it out Taking empty but seldom speaking And the words retreat Yeah, they breath in histories Still at ease And the stories untold And my arms unfold My hands are high And I'm holding on, I'm holding out And I figure that I Figure that I just might make it And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping And the words repeat, breathing histories Into stories untold, but I, I unfold See now my qualities are what you see now In the corner of your eye And don't be surprised If you hear the bells ring As they fall from the sky They sound bong, bong, bong, bong, ba da Yea yea yeah, ah, ba ba da da, Bong, bong, bong, bong... ba da yea, yea, yea My, my, whoa, oh, High in the night, And I'm always holding on And I'm all and I'm all and I'm already holding on. Holding out. I said I'm holding off and I'm all and I'm already holding I missed enough And I'm holding out your side And I'm holding out this time Cause I figure that I, and I figure that I Just might make it And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping And the words repeat breathin histories and the stories untold But I, I unfold