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Sitting in motion the notion of pulling away |
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Setting emotion's erosional ocean to keep you at bay |
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Time is of the essence a presence to right what's wrong |
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Knowledge crying lessons unpleasant the method for what you long |
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Taking over, it's been so long |
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Moving forward, it's where you belong |
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Taking over, it's been so long |
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Moving forward |
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You look up and a view |
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Something's missing, something so askew |
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You take in, interpret |
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Is this a clue? |
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Something at all to do with you? |
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Lost boy, taking over |
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Where would you go? |
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Moving forward |
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Is it where you belong? |
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Taking over, where would you go? |
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Moving forward |
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All eyes all knowing and growing, they turn on you |
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No smiles are showing or glowing, controlling, so what did you do? |
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Judgments now continue as the engine is slowing down |
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Taking over |
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Exit woman with a frown |
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Moving forward |
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Dressed in black, in her hands an orchid from the ground |
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Where will she go? |
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Moving forward |
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She takes your hand and guides you to where you'll go |
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Where the sky's alive, and the wind, it blows |
