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You know like the back of your hand |
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Who let 'em in? |
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You got me into this mess |
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So you get me out |
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You know like the back of your hand |
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Your bell jar |
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Your collection |
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Ingenue |
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You got me into this mess |
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Fools rushing in, yeah... |
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And they know it |
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The seeds of the dandelion you blow away |
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In good time I hope, I pray |
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If I'm not there now, physically |
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I'm always before you, come what may |
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And you know it |
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Fools rushing in, yeah... |
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Well you know it |
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Who let them in? |
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Yeah... well you know it |
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Gone with a touch of your... |
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Gone with a touch of your hand |
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Move through the moment |
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Though it betrays transformations |
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Jackals and flames |
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If I knew now what I knew then |
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I mistake all you say |
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The seeds of the dandelion you blow away |
