Текст песни Ween -  I`m Holding You   
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I`m flyin (flying)in a frame of my mindthat time cannot erasei`m seein` (seein`)the future, the pastas i lay the present to wastei`m scopin` (scopin`)all these feelings i haveand hopin` for them to come trueand i`m holdin`something more preciousthan fine ore, babyi`m holdin` youi`m breathin` (breathin`)the fumes of the gridthat rid my lobe of oxygeni`m climbin` (climbin`)the walls to where goodand evil make a mendsi`m trippinwrithin` and squealing, pewkin`looking for someone like youand i`m holdin`something more preciousthan fine ore, babyi`m holdin` you(solos)I`m flyin` (flyin`)in a frame of my mindthat time cannot erasei`m seein` (seein`)the future, the pastas i lay the present to wastei`m scopin` (scopin`)all these feelings i haveand hopin` for them to come trueand i`m holdin`something more preciousthan fine ore, babyi`m holdin` youand i`m holdin`somethin` more preciousthan fine ore, babyi`m holdin` you