| So, there it was behind the palms
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| Do you remember?
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| It was what you dreamed that it would be
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| I had to turn the key
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| 'Cause I saw the scripted sleeves
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| I could have stayed but oh, my goddess
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| Oh, my goddess, I have left here
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| I said, who’s in the walls?
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| I have to know her
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| Blooming from the corner
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| Revolving, I asked, is there a war?
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| They watched me breathe dust
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| Calling out to free us
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| Weakened at the knees
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| Drawn bows that track the languorous
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| They were in panic
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| With plans for the newest planet’s fate
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| But I had to move an inch
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| And that’s when they caught a glimpse
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| I thought I could dash
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| Oh my goddess, I have left here
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| I said, who’s in the walls?
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| I have to know her
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| Blooming from the corner
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| Revolving, I asked, is there a war?
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| They watched me breathe dust
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| Calling out to free us
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| Weakened at the knees |