| Take me back, I won’t do it again
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| «Nothing has an end,» Parmenides once said
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| So forget what was once fallible and written in lead
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| Forget me not if today is all we have left
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| Tomorrow is a magician’s best trick
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| Put your yesterdays back into that pretty head
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| Take me back, teach me how to change
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| You can’t mold me, you can’t shape me
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| You can’t fit me into your little frame
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| Know your soil before it rains
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| I suppose no one is really to blame
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| For this endless and recycled shame
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| Take me back, but keep your expectations low
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| Don’t you give to receive
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| It’ll leave you ample with greed
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| And when you look at your reflection don’t you try to find me
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| Judge not the colors but the whole painting
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| Don’t go searching for the bad that could be
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| 'Cause you will find it comes subconsciously
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| Take me back, but take me how I come
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| My slate it ain’t clean, but I will not forget where I came from
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| So don’t tell me how to do things when that’s always how they’ve been done
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| I’ve always taken the road less traveled on
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| So you can meet me here when you’ve moved on
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| But you can’t have me how you want
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| The truth is you can’t have me at all |