I held her dearly on the front lawn.
My shirt was found on the hard wood floor.
I can't hear their voice any longer.
I killed my king, can't get rid of the queen.
Hold on, hold on silver boy.
Hold on, hold on silver boy.
This must really be the basement,
Hold on, hold on silver boy.
I might just leave a joyful song,
to get far away,
to get far away.
When the darkness coming closer,
I'm glad to see that wrinkle at your eye.
She was mine for over 4 years.
Now I got to help her move out our old flat.
I'm not a property, I'm my own,
I see them rise, you see me go.
Hold on, hold on silver boy.
Hold on, hold on silver boy.
My soul will try to live on
white faces' parade.
As they sung hallelujah,
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