| Here’s a little story about a curious time when I
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| Too much mystery’s not always such a good thing
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| Pal child, I can cry
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| There’s a little finger that I want to touch
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| Explicit accident filled with meaning
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| Pal child, I can cry
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| I smashed my phone, the pain came with that
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| Tried to think of other things like my mother told me but
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| Pal child, I can cry
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| My heart is open to it now
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| My heart is open to it now
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| I want it to be so special to me
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| I like it to be so special to me
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| I can’t take it right now, right now
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| It’s killing me now
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| Right now, right now
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| There’s a little sparrow on the wooden board
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| I saw a magic thing in water reflections
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| Pal child, you can cry
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| I planted the bushes so fruits would grow
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| Just to please the tongues that would taste them in the morning
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| Pal child, you can cry
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| My heart is open to it now
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| My heart is open to it now
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| I want it to be so special to me
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| I like it to be so special to me
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| I can’t take it right now
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| It’s killing me now
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| Right now, right
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| Pal child, I can cry
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| My heart, it opened to it now
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| My heart, it opened to it now
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| I like it to be so special to me
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| I want it to be so special to me
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| I can’t take it right now, right now
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| It’s thrilling me now
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| Right now, right now |