| Hey you — where you going to go to
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| when I’m gone
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| are you going to ask me
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| to carry on
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| when your not around
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| Hang on — maybe there’s a reason
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| not to go — could there be an answer
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| I don’t know
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| Maybe when we rescue ourselves
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| we treasure our words much more
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| more than we imagine we do
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| when we think it all through
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| we’re sure we know
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| to close the door
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| on this moment of true
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| Hey you — you with all the answers
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| why me — what’s it got to do with poor me
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| I can’t let us fall
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| Hang on — maybe there’s a reason
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| not to go — tell me there is an answer
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| love won’t go
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| Maybe when we rescue ourselves
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| we treasure our worlds much more
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| more than we imagine we do
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| when we think it all through
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| we’re sure, we know
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| to close the door
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| on this moment of truth
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| I’m a lonely soul in places
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| where onces we were the faces
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| that filled the evening air
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| the laughter haunts me there
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| So many when we rescue ourselves
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| we treasure our worlds much more
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| more than we imagine we do
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| when we think it all through
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| I’m sure
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| So maybe when we smother ourselves
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| we need at the help
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| and more
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| More than we can handle
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| it’s our manner of greed
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| I’m sure, we know
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| to close the door
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| On this moment of truth |