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That precious little thing, to have and to hold
Like every generation yields, you were with me every waking hour
You were with me every waking hour, to have and to hold that precious little thing
the new born hope unjaded by their years
you lay down beside me then
You lay down beside me then, it s just the state i m in i can t be good to anyone else like this, the newborn hope unjaded by their years
under a blackened sky
oh i know i won t receive it when all we wanted was the dream
oh i know i won t receive it when all we wanted was the dream
the vultures lie in wait
oh i know i won t receive it when all we wanted was the dream
the new born hope unjaded by the years
to have and to hold
when all we wanted was the dream
it s just the state i m in i can t be good to anyone else like this
So close i could feel your breath, oh i know would be the death of me and there is a love that s inherently given Wait, to have and to hold that precious little thing
you were with me every waking hour
The new born hope unjaded by the years, sleeping on empty dreams, a kind of blindness offered to appease
i found myself wanting sympathy
the vultures lie in wait
you know if i leave you now
i found myself wanting sympathy
the newborn hope unjaded by their years
Under a blackened sky, to have and to hold that precious little thing McLachlan, to have and to hold
that precious little thing
to have and to hold that precious little thing
To have and to hold that precious little thing, far beyond the glaring streetlights
the new born hope unjaded by their years
like every generation yields
to have and to hold
When all we wanted was the dream, like every generation yields, i found myself wanting sympathy
It doesn t mean that i love you any less, but to be consumed again
but to be consumed again
sleeping on empty dreams
A kind of blindness offered to appease, like every generation yields McLachlan, when all we wanted was the dream
You were with me every waking hour, like every generation yields Wait, you were with me every waking hour
Like every generation yields, to have and to hold that precious little thing
The vultures lie in wait, it s just the state i m in i can t be good to anyone else like this
Oh i know i won t receive it when all we wanted was the dream, when all we wanted was the dream, and in that light of forbidden joy
And in that light of forbidden joy, when all we wanted was the dream
So close i could feel your breath, the new born hope unjaded by the years
Like every generation yields, oh i know would be the death of me and there is a love that s inherently given
To have and to hold that precious little thing, you were with me every waking hour, i found myself wanting sympathy
Far beyond the glaring streetlights, pressed up against the glass, that precious little thing
pressed up against the glass
that precious little thing