Psychohistory

My love she is like an echo
Waiting for the world to let her go
Please let her go

My love she can give you roses
Knows the garden better than the road
Let's take that road

But do we really wanna go there anymore
But do we really wanna go there anymore

My love she is made of memory
Memory of the time, the time before
Back through that door

But do we really wanna go there anymore
But do we really wanna go there anymore

My love she can see the future
Hold it in her hand and let it go
Don't let it go

But do we really wanna go there anymore
But do we really wanna go there anymore



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Writer(s): Simon Poore
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