100 lyrics for "So hold on,"

For one moment I wish you'd hold your stage With no feelings at all Open-minded I'm sure I used to be so free Scraping away at my mind Please stop asking me to describe Break me in, teach us to cheat And to lie, cover up
Play
You mean more to me You mean more to me, Than words can ever say Just to hold your hand And to know our love will stay Feels so right You're in my arms, my love
Play
Streetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'
Play
That's why we call each other We're so good under covers 'Cause we love how the fire feels No strings, 'cause it isn't real And you love the way I love the way you kiss And we never wanna hold it on It's just the right shade of wrong In the middle of the
Play
The other side, the other side, the other side of me I hold the key, to both realities The girl that I want you to know if only I could show The other side, the other side, I want you to see If you could see, the other side of me I'm just like anybody
Play
Is that we're damn good at holding on And the only thing that keeps us from being gone And our love is made from lonely broken hearts Oh, kiss me, baby Tell me that you love me even though I know sometimes you hate me We spend most of our days together
Play
Your love I'm lost in There must be something in the water 'Cause everyday it's getting colder And if only I could hold you You'd keep my head from going under I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind But I hope I never lose the bruises that
Play
Out in the middle of nowhere It's so cold with nobody to hold me You're so wrong for leaving when you told me You would never leave me by myself Now I'm lost Trying to make it on my own But now I'm walking by myself I never knew what you were capable of
Play
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I
Play















