Leave your trophy's and your golden wings there by the door in my room
I don't need to know where you've been
Or where we're going to
You don't need to be funnier for me
Don't have to always be strong
You don't need to try to be beautiful
Beauty was yours all along
So kiss the helm of st. christopher's cord
Go on along your way
I can't figure out what you're thinking about
But i'm sure it's not me
So kiss the helm of st. christopher's cord
Go on along the way
We by design, walk a very fine line
And i think that's okay
Take your trophy's and your golden wings
Go back to your beautiful crowd
I don't need to know where you've been
But where are you going now?

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