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I left home in the summer I cried in the stairway When I hugged my brother I tried to hide my face Slipped away like a sweaty hand Let go and forgotten Went along with whatever Thought I knew what I wanted Never knew what I wanted What do I want? Do I want? I awoke in a warm bath With words still in my head They remain unspoken And follow me to death What do I want? Do I want anything? Do you ever look back? Does it all fit together? If we're here, does it matter? If we're here, does it matter?
Writer(s): Helen Ballentine, Noah Henry Weinman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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