Walt Cronin
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So leave off and trust in me
Don’t give in or give up or be
Knowin’ we’re not the only ones
Just my father’s son
Their talk is cheap, they make us weep
That’s the way of this big old world
Their bottom line is lookin’ fine
Not for you or me
When’s enough not enough?
However why they act this way
I’m thinkin’ we’re all sinkin’
On account of dirty greed
Roll the dice on thin ice
Don’t be worried we might fall through
If we do, I promise to, pull you up and save you
Chorus: Hold on, Hold onto me, Hold on, Hold onto me
Hold on, Hold onto me, Hold on, Hold onto me
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