own solution When you're fighting for your life Just to survive It's then you've gotta Hold on for what you believe in Hold on, don't let it fade Still
Tradução: Hill, Dan. Hold On.
He caught her signal As she strolled in the bar Amidst all the lonely people Out to prove they're popular And he came upon her slowly Not sure of what
for me. There's people on the street I know I'll never meet I wonder what they're thinking What their dreams are But they just keep on walking by I can
Wake up to the madness of the city Say hello it's a brand new day Brush my teeth read the paper Everything is changing so fast it stays the same Cars
its own solution When you're fighting for your life Just to survive It's then you've gotta Hold on - for what you believe in Hold on - don't let it
And I've been along - most of my life I guess it hurt me But never have I felt so less alone I beg you darling Don't desert me And some believe in
Well I've been way so long I'm too numb to dislike it And LA'S one big hit song I never learned to fight it Dear Caroline It never meant to go this far
And the rain keeps falling From the clouds in your eyes As we try to hang on To the time that's passed us by And the deeper our love The harder we cry
it if you can - Or refuse it - I will understand It's just some flowers My family just moved in around the corner Will you be my friend I touched her on
Phone broke the silence of the night I'd been sleeping And a voice said, "How you doing Dan Thought I'd call you for no reason." And my mind flashed
on the radio a new song sings Suggesting that love is why we're living Ironically she laughs As she turns the station fast She's given up on giving Washed
own solution When you're fighting for your life Just to survive It's then you've gotta Hold on - for what you believe in Hold on - don't let it fade
Dan Hill) Starting over again is a bit like dancing You just need someone to lead and take it slow So lay your head on my shoulder Let me hold you close
: There's a place some of us choose to live Gated community cops cant come in A neighborhood for punks over the hill We spend our golden years in Mattersville
: (Dan Hill) You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On
