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You know I walked this far |
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Over the highest walls |
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To celebrate with you |
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But maybe I was wrong |
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You talk of life and death |
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And I don't like that song |
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You just sit there on your thoughts |
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Like a broken down old thief |
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I always used astuteness |
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With my sheltered geometries |
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It's foolish to take risks |
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I concede nothing to anyone |
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Following my thread I never lose myself |
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Following my thread you will not lose yourself |
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Come and take my thread and you want lose yourself |
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Labyrinth that has no exit |
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This is you embroidered space |
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And I cannot walk there |
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I quickly run up and down |
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And all think I'm a sage |
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But surely you can see I'm |
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Unscrupulous I gently rock my prey |
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Inside my precious shrouds |
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If only I could enfold you |
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Today perhaps, my most precious prey |
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Would be you |
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Following my thread |