Watch me, baby, as I let things go. Things are gonna start flyin' left, right, and center. I'm shedding these thorns, gonna break free, set myself to rights.
But I'm scared, baby, to let everything go. I might get swept away in it all, carried 'way in the winds. So baby, please, hold my hand and watch my back. Tell me when to stop and when to hang on tight.
Watch me, baby, as I let things go.
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