| Once upon a time I could take anything, anything
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| Always stepped in time, regardless of the beat
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| I moved my feet, I carried weight
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| What I could not do I faked
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| I dug seeking treasure
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| Just to wake up in an early grave
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| So I stopped right there and said
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| Go on alone, 'cause I won’t follow
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| This isn’t giving up, no this is letting go
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| Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed
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| The path I carve from here on out will be my own
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| The path will be my own
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| This is the part where the needle skips
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| And the chorus plays like a sink that drips
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| A syllable repeating, like a warning we aren’t heeding
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| Until all of a sudden we noticed it
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| When the wheels brace and the tires grip
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| A map we’ve been misreading
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| A defeat we’re not conceding
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| Until now
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| There must be some other way out
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| Go on alone, because I won’t follow
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| But this isn’t giving up no this is letting go
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| Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed
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| The path I carve from here on out will be my own
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| A path to take me home
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| (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
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| The wind died
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| The whole world ceased to move
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| Now so quiet
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| Her beating heart became a boom
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| We locked eyes
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| For just a moment or two
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| She asked why
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| I said «I don’t know why, I just know»
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| The wind died
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| The whole world ceased to move
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| Now so quiet
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| Her beating heart became a boom
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| We locked eyes
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| For just a moment or two
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| She asked why
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| I said «I don’t know why
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| I just know
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| I just know»
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| Go on alone, 'cause I won’t follow
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| But this isn’t giving up, no this is letting go
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| I made the most of all this sorrow
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| I tried to brave this discontent, but now I’m through
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| I’m letting go of you
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| This is letting go
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| This is letting go
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| Once upon a time I could take anything, anything |