Take my hand
take my hand and set me free,
from this dream of you and me.
Promise me one simple thing,
but where to start, where to begin?
maybe a hello,
or maybe goodbye
maybe some simple question,
just, why?
take my hand and set me free,
from this dream of you and me.
Release my heart and let it fly,
till I reach the newborn sky.
take my hand and set me free,
to live how I ot to be.
free of pain and free of doubt,
to go without-
you wouldn't be fair,
just like that old lady on a crystal stair.
take my hand to dash away,
all the pain of yesterday.
free of what happened before,
come on lets go sweep that floor:
clear the tables
shut that door
we both know what were here for.
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