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As I rise from golden slumbers |
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To my own mortality |
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And I want to take you with me |
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To my lone tranquility |
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Then you vanish right before me |
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And the room smells like a flower |
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In the palace of the kings |
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Yet the fruit is sometimes sour |
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My dandelion |
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My liberty |
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My dandelion |
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Your devotee |
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My dandelion |
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This alchemy |
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My dandelion |
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As I stumble to the parlor |
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I am filled with no regret |
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And I am but a troubadour |
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I am the last prophet |
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This house was once a vacancy |
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Now gold has turned to rust |
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But life is just a lesson |
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And full of wanderlust |
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My dandelion |
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My liberty |
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My dandelion |
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Your devotee |
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My dandelion |
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This alchemy |
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My dandelion |
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And I take |
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Dandelion |
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This is my inquisition |
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Got me spun up on the wire |
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And I make |
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Dandelion |
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I have come to my decision |
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Gonna walk into the fire |
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I hear the blackbird sing, it's everything |
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I hear the blackbird sing, it's what you bring |
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And I take |
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Dandelion |
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This is my inquisition |
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Got me spun up on the wire |
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And I make |
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Dandelion |
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I have come to my decision |
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Gonna walk into the fire |
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And I take |
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Dandelion |
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This is my inquisition |
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Got me spun up on the wire |
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And I make |
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Dandelion |
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I have come to my decision |
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Gonna walk into the fire |
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I hear the blackbird sing, it's everything |
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I hear the blackbird sing, it's what you bring |
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Dandelion |
