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I got an inkling a feeling you won?t |
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You think I?m half a man and half a goat |
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Excuse me can?t you see |
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I sprung the spring for you |
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I can?t let go |
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It?s not that simple vows are not unknown |
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But I know or will be shown |
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To assume the weight of mythology |
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The story?s a song when it?s written so beautifully |
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It takes my hand as it comes |
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And explores the new state of the world |
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While the real world falls |
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Out of the arms who should hold |
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So beware of falling rocks |
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As in view from Richmond hill we know |
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Thro? Turner?s eyes it?s kinda set in stone |
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The beauty just unfolds |
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The spring I sprung for you it can?t let go |
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I got an inkling a feeling you know |
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Come to me it?s all free |
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To assume the weight of mythology |
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The story?s a song when it?s written so beautifully |
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It takes my hand as it comes |
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And explores the new state of the world |
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While the real world falls |
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Out of the arms |
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Who should hold |
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So beware of falling rocks |
