Olly Murs. Olly Murs. Hold On. Zeneszám

Middle of the night when it comes creeping
I lay awake when I should be sleeping
Like an Agatha Christie mystery during intermission
I hold on, hold on

Working everyday living for the weekend
I never learned to swim how did I end up in the deep-end?
Like a champion high-diver waiting for the Olympics
I hold on, hold on

We wrestle with the devil in the flickering light
No way to tell who's winning the fight

Hold on, hold on, hold on
You're gonna get through it

Time and again it's the same old question
Where am I heading with this strange obsession
Like a gambler playing on when he keeps on losing
I hold on, I hold on

We dance with the devil in the flickering light
No way to tell when you're stepping it right

Yesterday is dead and gone
So today this life goes on
Got to keep on moving

We dance with the devil in the flickering light
No way to tell when you're stepping it right