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Thought it happening was slow We felt attacked so jumped off And tip-toed Never seen so many tales in all my life Hardly feet finding ground Kept falling on I don’t need to keep on circling It’s all grief and angles slowing down Even when you’re calling out The information stops One I will wait here for you Two then I’m running away Three calling out People come back now Never gonna hold me again One I will wait here for you Two then I’m running away Three calling out People come back now Never gonna hold me again I can’t show it where to go It’s unattached Just dreamt up and leant on Weird sleep is all there is in me Would be better with no dream heavy nights And I know it keeps on circling us all Grief and angles slowing down Even when you’re calling out The information stops One I will wait here for you Two then I’m running away Three calling out People come back now Never gonna hold me again One I will wait here for you Two then I’m running away Three calling out People come back now Never gonna hold me again