Let It Go
Pick it up, keep it close
Look at every little detail that it shows
And when you know, what you hold
Just let it go
Make a sound, give it words
So what you feel, is clearly heard
And when you see where you been
Just let it go
"Cos there's a place with no comfort zones
Just old ancestors and treasure troves
All the hopes that they couldn't hold
Could be trying to get through on the line
Tear a page, from the book
Of everything you ever took
And when you know what you stole
Just let it go
Old pictures and puzzles
And a delicate of cuddles
All the files that you muddled
Strike a match and watch them burn
They got nothing left to lean ya
When the dark makes you blue
And you don't like being you
And you don't like being you
Just take a look at what you hold
And let it go
Let it go now
Old pictures and puzzles
And a delicate of cuddles
All those files that you muddled
Strike a match and watch them burn
They got nothing left to lean ya
When the dark makes you blue
And you don't like being you
And you don't like being you
Just take a look at what you hold
And let it go
Oh oh oh take a look at what you hold
And then you let it go
Take a look at what you hold
Come on and let it go
Look at every little detail that it shows
And when you know, what you hold
Just let it go
Make a sound, give it words
So what you feel, is clearly heard
And when you see where you been
Just let it go
"Cos there's a place with no comfort zones
Just old ancestors and treasure troves
All the hopes that they couldn't hold
Could be trying to get through on the line
Tear a page, from the book
Of everything you ever took
And when you know what you stole
Just let it go
Old pictures and puzzles
And a delicate of cuddles
All the files that you muddled
Strike a match and watch them burn
They got nothing left to lean ya
When the dark makes you blue
And you don't like being you
And you don't like being you
Just take a look at what you hold
And let it go
Let it go now
Old pictures and puzzles
And a delicate of cuddles
All those files that you muddled
Strike a match and watch them burn
They got nothing left to lean ya
When the dark makes you blue
And you don't like being you
And you don't like being you
Just take a look at what you hold
And let it go
Oh oh oh take a look at what you hold
And then you let it go
Take a look at what you hold
Come on and let it go
Credits
Writer(s): Susanna Lee Hoffs, Michael Susan Steele, Vicki Peterson
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