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(Eric_Clapton) Sixteen days in Bethlehem, peddling dope and drinking wine. Pulling women, making gigs, steering clear and doing fine. I moved on down to Galilee, trying to find a few new friends. I`m throwing aces everywhere, trying to forget the end. Hold me Lord, hold me Lord, Hold me tight, I`m slipping through. Hold me Lord, hold me Lord, Hold me tight, I beg of you. I`m cruising through Jerusalem, dust is flying everywhere. I`m dodging bullets, making time, on the level, in the square. They say you kissed your best friend`s hand, they say you did it for his love. They say you got in agony, the hand fits well into the glove. Chorus Chorus Chorus |