Time and time again...
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I'm asking questions time and time again
In a race that never ever ends
I'm waiting for a bus that never shows
I'm opening I gotta let it go
I'm searching for a place that don't exist
Need a map to find the end of my nose
Hanging from my limbs in the swaying breeze
I'm opening I gotta let it go
...
Singing a song never heard
All of sudden I know every word
And I know there's no direction home
It's right here where all the wild things grow
...
Now it's time to go against the grain
Or it will kill me down below
...
All of sudden I know every word!
But I know there's no direction "home"
(That'why)
I'm still searching for a place that don't exist
(And)
Now it's time to go against the grain!
(Cause' I know):
I gotta let it go!