| When you were young you were protected
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| When you were growing you were sheltered
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| But when you reached your adult years
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| You were left alone
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| And you had no one to rely on
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| No one to care for you
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| A lost soul in search of some kind of shelter and protection
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| Now where do you run?
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| Where do you hide?
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| Where do you go?
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| When you need a hole to crawl in
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| Where do you go?
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| I found that in our darkest hour
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| The young ones that I knew and loved well
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| Beckoned with the memory
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| Of their alluring spell
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| And so I gathered up my senses
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| Bade one and all Godspeed
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| If my ways were what you desired then love is what you must need
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| Now where do you run?
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| Where do you hide?
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| Where do you go?
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| When you need a hole to crawl in
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| I tried to find a consolation
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| But realized that deep down inside
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| Consolation is but yet
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| My all despairing pride
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| And now I’m dark eyed and bewildered
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| My guts can’t feel the strain
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| My mouth is dry, my chest is tight
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| And my forehead’s lined with the pain
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| Now where do you run?
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| Where do you hide?
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| Where do you go?
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| When you need a hole to crawl in
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| Where do you go?
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| Won’t you tell me?
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| Now where do you run?
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| Where do you hide?
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| Where do you go?
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| When you need a hole to crawl in
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you run? |