Now it's getting late, Oh
Your shoulders are moving, Oh
And tell me where you’re going, Oh
Tell me where you’re going, Oh
Your shoulders are moving, Oh
And tell me where you’re going, Oh
Tell me where you’re going, Oh
Step foot out of this lonely house
You don’t have to turn around, no
But tell me where you’re going, oh
Tell me where you’re going, oh
Oh
Robert keep your hands dry
Robert keep your hands out of sight
Now its getting late, oh
I can see straight through your skin
To your bones
And I know where you’re going, oh
I know where you’re going, oh
Oh
Robert keep your hands dry
Robert keep your hands out of sight
Robert keep your hands dry
Robert keep your hands out of sigh
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