Punched in the numbers, let right in
Many interests one that's flawless bright and quick
Books open writing 'til the page is thick
Smiling 'round and 'round, snap and the lost is found
Rolled out of bed again and again
There is no instead, no turns and no bends
From the front, from behind, there's a timer set
Files organized and kept, pull 'em out and skip the sweat
When the floor caves in and you're holding on a piece of wood
All the wisdom's nice but it is not gonna do much good
Hold on
When the swings and misses come
Hold on
On below to beyond
Heart-to-heart in song
Nah, nah, nah, hold
Enough of all the mind without the steps
To pierce right through, and conquer at its best
From the wall to the wall piled with ideas
Removing all effect, lifeless cold and dead
When the floor caves in, and you're holding on a piece of wood
Although wisdom is nice, but it is not gonna do much good
Hold on
When the swings and misses come
Hold on
On below to beyond
Heart-to-heart in song
Nah, nah, nah, hold
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Hold on