| Let go of the wheel
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| And forget how to steer
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| Forget all the words that you heard
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| And shuffle them till they’re unclear
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| And if I held the key to all time
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| Then all of your time would be mine
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| Pick up something to throw
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| And see how far it’ll go
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| And forget all you know
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| We’ll throw our thoughts over the pier
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| And send them all into the mire
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| And wait there, until they all disappear
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| And if I held the secret to faith
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| Then all of your faith would be mine
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| So let go of the wheel
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| And forget how to steer
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| And when you’re flying past
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| In your carriage of glass
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| Will you get time to ask
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| Or will it all be too fast
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| And when you’re getting cold in your
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| In your carriage of gold
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| Will you hear all I told
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| Or be too precious to hold
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| And if I held the door to all love
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| Then all of your love would be mine
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| And if I held the whole world in my hands
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| Then all of your world would be mine
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| So let go of the wheel
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| And forget how to steer
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| It’s all downhill from here |