Im Holding You

Im flyin (flyin)
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
Im seein (seein)
The future, the past as I lay the present to waste
Im scopin (scopin)
All these feelings I have and hopin for them to come true
And Im holdin something more precious than fine ore, baby
Im holdin you
Im breathin (breathin)
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen
Im climbin (climbin)
The walls to where good and evil make amends
Im trippin, writhin and squealin, pukin
Looking for someone like you
And Im holdin something more precious than fine ore, baby
Im holdin you
Im flyin (flyin)
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
Im seein (seein)
The future, the past as I lay the present to waste
Im scopin (scopin)
All these feelings I have and hopin for them to come true
And Im holdin something more precious than fine ore, baby
Im holdin you
And Im holdin something more precious than fine ore, baby
Im holdin you

song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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