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Don't hold on if you can't
It's not the strength of your grip, but the scars on your hands
You've earned the right to let it slide
I'll see you on the other side
Just don't hold on if you can't
My father's in the basement slaving
To a song he'll never sing
And mother's in the kitchen bound
To a dream she's not witnessing
So I say
Don't hold on if you can't
It's not the strength of your grip, but the scars on your hands
You've earned the right to let it slide
I'll see you on the other side
Just don't hold on if you can't
My good friend sat on the edge of his life
Ten magic capsules in his hand
His soul started stinging, the voices were ringing
He was at their command
And they sang
Don't hold on if you can't
It's not the strength of your grip, but the scars on your hands
You've earned the right to let it slide
I'll see you on the other side
Just don't hold on if you can't