Leave it on, a note to pass, often untold
The only thing we've clung to is not our own
Weaving on, remove the path, the plot is then sold
The only thing we've clung to is not our own
And I can tell left from right and be warned
And every time I round the corner I'll remember that
Opposite's next in line, no clearer informed
What option did I have?
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