I don't know where you went
I tried to follow, but only got lost
like the child I used to be
And worries became my own disease
No open hands waiting after the bus
You're going to miss this,
after you come back to nothing
I tried to follow, but only got lost
like the child I used to be
And worries became my own disease
No open hands waiting after the bus
You're going to miss this,
after you come back to nothing
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