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Where do the wild things go?
When everything falls apart
When everything ends
like how the ocean
calls for a new tomorrow.
I hope to live to see
that call to the wild.
Where does the wild things go
when everything around us
has all died out?
Oh, where?
Where does it all go?
Oh, tell me where?
Where does it all go
when things aren’t
as it seems?
Tell me where do broken hearts go
when there’s nothing,
nothing left for them to love?