These bags are carry ons and filled with many things, like songs you taught me on rusty guitar strings. And buried deep inside are the shirts off your back. It gave me the meal, then you only ate the snack. You handed me more than I could ever pay back.
So hold on tight, it's up around the bend. Before we arrive, let's pretend. And with all my might, I'll keep walls from caving in. It's now, it's always been through times think and thin.
And when our day arrives, the stories we gave out, on bets we made our cars that never fail. And pennys we threw down empty wishin wells.
Hold on tight, it's up around the bend. Before we arrive, let's pretend. And with all my might, I'll keep walls from caving in. It's now, it's always been through times think and thin.
Hold on tight. So hold on tight. So hold on tight. Hold on tight.

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