| I don’t know where people go
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| When they desert their homes
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| Vaporized like all the water cooked
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| On their stoves
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| Maybe time is just two hands
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| Leading us through the most
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| Letting go, letting go, letting go
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| Letting go, letting go, letting go
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| I don’t know where people go
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| When they desert their homes
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| Could you be there with me
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| When I see they’re gone
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| Many, many, many
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| People on their own
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| Of letting go, lettting go, letting go
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| Don’t let me go, let me go, let me go
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| Looking for something familiar
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| In faces that I’m gone
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| Freezing time is easier, if you are holding on
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Nothing is left to see
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Close to reality
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Nothing is left to see
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Close to mortality
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| I don’t know where people go
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| There’s nothing here to show
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| If I stay too long, we’re all to turn to stone
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| Many, many, many
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| Secrets to be told
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| Let it go, let it go, let it go
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| Looking for something familiar
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| In faces that I’m gone
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| Freezing time is easier, if you are holding on
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Nothing is left to see
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Close to reality
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Nothing is left to see
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| Come with me, come with me
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| Close to mortality |