This world, this world is cold But you don't, you don't have to go You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely And no one seems to care Your mother's gone and your father hits you This pain you cannot bear But we all bleed the same way as you do And we all have the same things to go through Hold on, if you feel like letting go Hold on, it gets better than you know Your days, you say they're way too long And your nights, you can't sleep at all Hold on And you're not sure what you're waiting for But you don't want to no more You're not sure what you're looking for But you don't want to no more But we all bleed the same way as you do And we all have the same things to go through Hold on, if you feel like letting go Hold on, it gets better than you know Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over Hold on What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? Do you know what you're doing to me? Go ahead...what are you waiting for? Hold on, if you feel like letting go Hold on, it gets better than you know Don't stop looking you're one step closer Don't stop searching it's not over Hold on, if you feel like letting go Hold on, it gets better than you know Hold on Jag älskar dig Maja det tar inte imot o säga det bara är så <3

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Anonymous Sat 29 Dec 2007 20:32

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west philadelphia born and raised
On the playground I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside our school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah forget it, yo home to bel-air!

I pulled up at the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

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