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Now its getting late ohYour shoulders are moving, ohAnd tell me where you're going, ohTell me where you're going, ohStep foot out of this lonely houseYou don't have to turn around, noBut tell me where you're going, ohTell me where you're going, ohOhRobert keep your hands dryRobert keep your hands out of sightNow its getting late, ohI can see straight through your skinTo your bonesAnd I know where you're going, ohI know where you're going, ohOhRobert keep your hands dryRobert keep your hands out of sightRobert keep your hands dry Robert keep your hands out of sight From Letras Mania