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The Gaslight Anthem

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In the middle of the night everyone is sleeping
Once the bands have died down, and our brothers and our sisters are gone
I feel the shaking in my sides, conscious and familiar
I pace some unfamiliar street till I pass out or calm down enough

And I can't tell you how desperate sometimes I've gotten

You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
We've gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you
You've gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home

And in the middle of the day when the heat keeps on rising
The fear of sickness or breakdown or infidelity makes its rounds
And in the drag of the late afternoon, settling into evening
Well that I just can't describe with a dry eye or American words

And I can't tell you how many times I just wanna lie down

You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
We've gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home
You've gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I nearly lost you
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home

You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart (Hold on, hold on, hold on)

You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Maria
Gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, I'm coming home
These records and these bands, ain't it after when charts really matter
To these hands and these arms and this tired Irish heart made of stone

Gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
You gotta just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

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