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follow the sound
If we hold on to each other while we die Then together through a heaven we will fly Maybe we could share a place somewhere beyond Maybe I'll wind up Chinese and you'll be blonde  We should figure out a signal we can find If the light we're heading into makes us blind If at first it seems as though I'm not around Follow the sound, follow the sound  If we're wrapped around each other as we lie We'll be married in the world beyond the skies We can share whatever path we're traveling on And the nightmares of this world will all be gone  But if we get separated in between And not one familiar face can there be seen If at first it seems as though I'm not around Follow the sound, follow the sound