Holy Tabulatur von Justin Bieber

[Intro]
 
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[Verse 1]
 
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I hear a lot about sinners
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Don't think that I'll be a saint
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But I might go down to the river
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'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch
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Yeah, it's making me say
 
 
[Chorus]
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That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
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Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
 
On God
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Runnin' to the altar like a track star
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Can't wait another second
                   F                  C
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
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Feels so holy
 
 
[Verse 2]
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I don't do well with the drama
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And, no, I can't stand it being fake
 
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
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I don't believe in nirvana
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But the way that we love in the night gave me life
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Baby, I can't explain
 
 
[Chorus]
                 F                C                        Dm  Bb
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
         F            C               Dm  Bb
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
 
On God
F               C
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
 Dm                Bb
Can't wait another second
                    F                C
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Dm        Bb
Feels so holy
 
 
[Bridge]
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They say we're too young and
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The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
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Wise men say fools rush in
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But I don't know (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
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They say we're too young and
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The pimps and the players say, "Don't go crushin'"
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Wise men say fools rush in
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But I don't know (Chance the Rapper)
 
 
[Verse 3]
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The first step pleases the Father
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Might be the hardest to take
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But when you come out of the water
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I'm a believer, my heart is fleshy
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Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci
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They always come and sing your praises, your name is catchy
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But they don't see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi
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Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi' hit the jet speed
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When they get messy, go lefty like Lionel Messi
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Let's take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jetski
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I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin' next week
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I wanna honor, wanna honor you
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Bride's groom, I'm my father's child
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I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father's proud (Yes)
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If you make it to the water, He'll part the clouds (Uh)
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I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud (Mwah)
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Suffer it to be so now gotta clean it up (Ooh)
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Formalize the union in communion, He can trust (Woo)
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I know I ain't leavin' you like I know He ain't leavin' us (Ah)
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I know we believe in God, and I know God believes in us
 
 
[Chorus]
                   F                C                       Dm  Bb
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
         F          C               Dm  Bb
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
 
On God
F               C
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
Dm                  Bb
Can't wait another second, on God
F               C
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
Dm                 Bb
Can't wait another second, on God
F               C
Runnin' to the altar like a track star
Dm                  Bb
Can't wait another second
                   F                C       Dm  Bb
'Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
 
Feels so ho-ho-ho-holy