I hold on to you with my arms
As I take in your lovely charms
A love that is so pure and true
With my arms I hold onto you
I push off from you with my arms
As I run off to foreign harms
A love that has turned dead and blue
With my arms I push off from you
I crawl back to you with my arms
As I put down my firearms
And try to be the man you knew
With my arms I crawl back to you
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