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Push me away on this lucky lucky day |
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Don't offer me anything |
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A purse full of fortune I'll trade |
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Can I offer a solution |
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Bubbles and a twist of lime |
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Precious roses this time |
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Now I've got your picture hanging upside down |
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And only you can flip it right |
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A stain you remember me ****ing up the tapestry |
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Follow the grapevine down into the goldmine |
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Yes there is a treasure but she's hiding behind a blank stare |
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Now I dare you to go back and fall through the cracks |
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Finally I recognize the shape of your soul |
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Flashing in a crystal punch bowl |
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A toast to the overlooked queen and her followers |
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I decorate it inside |
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Remember how it seemed so wide |
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It fills me up with something and cry |
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Don't force me to resort to this |
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Stare into to her empty fists |
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I'll pick one in the age of the counterfeit |
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Away |
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Under the rainbow |
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Yes there's a treasure but she guards it from behind a blank stare |
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Now I dare you to go back |
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And fall through the cracks |
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And if you go back take the right path (?) |
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It won't go (fast?) |
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Yes there's a treasure but she guards it from behind a blank stare |
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Now I dare you to go back |
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Fall through the cracks |
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And if you go back take the right path (?) |
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It won't go (fast?) |
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Yes there's a treasure |
