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Fresh from zones of moisture |
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And afterwards the meat |
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With spangles on my long-tailed suits |
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And songs to haunt the one that's saved |
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Just call me |
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DesdinovaI'm sure to be the lucky one |
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When destiny assigns wisdom |
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Known to me, the starry wisdom |
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I am the one you warned me of |
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I am the one who'd never, never lie |
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The writing in the notebook |
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Notation from the stars |
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Songs by Desdinova |
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And frost warnings from the women's farm |
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Whose agents could not ever see |
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His hilly eyes and too green rings |
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Obscured sight and fancy dreams |
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Holy mass, those 13 fancy dreams |
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I am the one you warned me of |
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I am the one who'd never, never lie |
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Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair |
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Bottles of blackness, the blacker the spare |
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I'll sit myself behind that clock |
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And play tunes on its belfry |
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Five fingers have |
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ITo play them like ten |
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Ten fingers have |
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ITo play them again |
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In decimal chains whose mimic cry |
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Whose notes will never, never fly |
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Until they quit those timely tunes |
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And entered that system from outside |
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I am the one you warned me of |
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I am the one who'd never, never lie |
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I am the one you warned me of |
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I am the one who'd never, never, never lie |
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I am |
