I have no control  ... Over anything at all
When the story has been written ... And carves itself in stone.
And now there is no going back ... Like when love fades to black 
It's hope that lets me hang on ... When there's nothing left to hold

Chorus:	 and I wonder if I'll ever learn
                  or ever come to know
                  to face another day alone
                  the art of letting go.

Bridge:	 the art of letting go
	 the art of letting go
	 the art of letting go
	 the art of letting go

Groping in the dark ... Absence of direction
Abandon hope who enter here ... From making a connection
A current draws me in ...to where I do not know
Surrender to complacency ... The art of letting go

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