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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 |
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I told 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 |
