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Think of a place I would go, I'm daydreamin', Where the sycamore grow, I'm daydreamin', And oh if you knew what it meant to me, Where the air was so clear, Oh if you knew what it meant to me, Anywhere but here. Oh now look to the east, Great mountain

Oh, I have the memory of trust I tried to keep it close And oh I have the memory of trust I swallow it whole And from the mouth of you, a constant coup Who needs who? All I've known, the sliver in my bone I had to keep it close And now it's gone, the

Now its getting late oh Your shoulders are moving, oh And tell me where you're going, oh Tell me where you're going, oh Step foot out of this lonely house You don't have to turn around, no But tell me where you're going, oh Tell me where you're going