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Would you throw the dead out?
Could you throw your body beneath?
It’s been so long
Not every struggle is one to be proud of
You better hold on
To what is left of me
Would you, could you throw the bodies beneath?

I can’t pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out
I can’t give this self down, give this self down, give myself down
I can’t pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out
I can’t give this self down, give myself down, give myself down

You better hold on
To what is left of me
You better hold on
To what is left of me