Here we go, a lot of people to see.
Don't let go cos I know I'd rather be with you
than everyone in this room.
Many times I know that I'd never say
many things that I would rather not say;
and don't ask me: how do you know?
cos I never told you so.
Here we are, at last we're starting to burn.
Take your time, cos I'm beginning to turn from you
with all that I have to do.
When you're gone, a lot of people will know.
Smiling faces show me which way to go.
Don't tell me; how do I know?
cos I never told you so.
All I need is a little red book to find you a home for good.
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