| 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
|
| 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 |