| Get off your catwalk
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| I want you to talk
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| To be the seer
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| Instead of the seen
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| There is a flower
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| A leaning tower
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| And all the wonders stand in between
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| I don’t want to be another mystery, oh no
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| I don’t want to see who’s looking at me, oh no
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| I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh whoa
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| So if you want to see the world with me, let’s go
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| The alligator
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| The god that made her
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| And all of the creatures
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| That got left behind
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| In Mycenae
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| Ave Maria
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| And everything you gotta dig harder to find
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| I don’t want to be a vapor of heavenly light
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| Everybody guess if I’m an angel or sprite
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| I don’t want to be another mystery, oh no
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| I don’t want to see who’s looking at me, oh no
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| I wanna be the one to feel the sun, oh whoa
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| So if you want to see the world with me, let’s go
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| You could pursue it
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| Hell, I could do it
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| I’ll just be quiet
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| When I get angry and hurt
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| I’m stopping traffic
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| Cinemagraphic
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| With my long black coat hanging down in the dirt
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| And my hair clinging to my face in the rain
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| Like a goddess from the cult of beautiful pain
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| I don’t want to be another mystery
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| I don’t want to be another mystery
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| I could cut you off with a shoulder of stone
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| Smoke all night and leave the party alone
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| Screw myself with an inscrutable pout
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| But I just want you to come figure me out
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| I don’t want to be another mystery, oh no
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| I don’t want to see who’s looking at me, oh no
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| I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh oh
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| So if you want to see the world with me, let' go
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| I don’t want to be another mystery |