Texty: Brooke Fraser. Last To Leave.

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Find it out, yell it louder,
Run about the room.
Everything comes out eventually,
Start your preparation soon.

Go today,
Pack up all your things...
And go, and go.

Don't need you now, I never did,
He pointed that out to me.
Follow the crowd, of imperfections purged,
You wont be the last to leave.

Gone today,
Pack up all your things...
And go, and go

Gone today (Come to bay?) and pack up all your things,
Gone today, and pack up all your things...
And go, and go.

Go, yeah (kinda long yeahie oooh oh thing)

Don't need you now,
I never did.
He pointed that out to me.