Hang on to all the little things...
anonymous
June 17 2006, 02:49:10 UTC
Dear Prudence, Won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence greet the brand new day. The sun is up; the sky is blue. It's beautiful, and so are you.
Hang on to all the little things you love. Let go of all the things that don’t feel good. Because we know when we go we won’t take anything at all. So hang on...
I have been so far down It felt like nothing. Nothin' could drag me From the little hole I found
But inspiration's a strange companion And we're still frightened of being alone.
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Won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence greet the brand new day. The sun is up; the sky is blue.
It's beautiful, and so are you.
Hang on to all the little things you love.
Let go of all the things that don’t feel good.
Because we know when we go we won’t take anything at all.
So hang on...
I have been so far down
It felt like nothing.
Nothin' could drag me
From the little hole I found
But inspiration's a strange companion
And we're still frightened of being alone.
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