Deep down in the dead of night I call out your nameIt seems now that nothing is right, there's nothing but painIf only I'd told you I love you, now all I can do isHold on, hold on to the feelingYou've got to hold on, hold on to the feelingI don't feel right on this sad nightLord, I've got thistles growing in my pillowIf you could believe in me, then I could be strongAnd then we could set our love free and right all these wrongsYou'll know when I touch you how much you still mean to me, babyHold on, hold on to the feelingYou've got to hold on, hold on to the feelingI don't feel right on this sad nightLord, I've got thistles growing in my pillowHold on, hold onJust give me one more chancePlease give me one more chanceDon't tell me our romance is throughHold on, hold on to the feelingYou've got to hold on, hold on to the feelingI don't feel right on this sad nightLord, I've got thistles growing in my pillowHold on, hold on to the feelingHold on, hold on to the feelingYou've got to hold on, hold on to the feelingHold on, hold on to the feeling
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Deep down in the dead of night I call out your name
It seems now that nothing is right, there's nothing but pain
If only I'd told you I love you, now all I can do is
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
You've got to hold on, hold on to the feeling
I don't feel right on this sad night
Lord, I've got thistles growing in my pillow
If you could believe in me, then I could be strong
And then we could set our love free and right all these wrongs
You'll know when I touch you how much you still mean to me, baby
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
You've got to hold on, hold on to the feeling
I don't feel right on this sad night
Lord, I've got thistles growing in my pillow
Hold on, hold on
Just give me one more chance
Please give me one more chance
Don't tell me our romance is through
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
You've got to hold on, hold on to the feeling
I don't feel right on this sad night
Lord, I've got thistles growing in my pillow
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
You've got to hold on, hold on to the feeling
Hold on, hold on to the feeling
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