| What’s the use in worrying about
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| The ways in which the world might come to end
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| When all along
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| There’s been a book
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| On the side of the bed
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| You never read, it’s there
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| Many years from now
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| I know you’ll hear me somehow
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| When our bodies free our souls
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| The places we will go
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| What’s the use in worrying about
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| The ways in which the world might come to end
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| When all along
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| There’s been a sign
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| On the side of the road that you never knew was there
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| Many years from now
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| I know you’ll hear me somehow
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| When our bodies free our souls
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| The places we will go
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| And a tide rolls through our doors
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| Darling sail, sail with me
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| To another shore
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| I know it’s hard enough baby
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| To keep my head above water
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| But I know you’re strong enough, baby
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| To stay afloat a bit longer
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| The places we will go
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| And a tide rolls through our doors
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| Darling sail, sail with me
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| To another shore
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| Well, many years from now
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| Many years from now
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| All the places we will go
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| The places we will go
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| The places we will go
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| The places, the places we will go |