You have no possessions
You have no illusions
No arrangements and no future plans
The day of memory with absent friends
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
With photographs the only proof
But what's the use, they don't exist
I touch your hair, your eyes are dead
And still you hide the fear inside
Judgment day has come your way
Has come your way
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
There's no breathing space inside this place
There's no escaping
I search your face, I see no trace
And still you hide the fear inside
Judgment day has come your way
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
I hold on tightly to your hand
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