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? 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
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Lost Boy
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Taproot |