| I let the genie out of the box
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| I’m scared of everything I am
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| I’m scared of opening the can
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| I had this recurring dream
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| I was living another life
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| In another country
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| In another time
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| As I got older the dream began to fade away
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| Until one day
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| There she was. |
| tapping me on my shoulder
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| She says she’s got so much to say
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| But she’s not telling it today
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| She said «Come back when you’re alone»
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| But I’m not sure I want to know
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| Cause maybe her road
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| Is a one-way street
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| Maybe her road.
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| I’m scared of everything I am
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| I’m scared of opening the can
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| I’m scared of losing who I am
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| Think I might’ve taken all I can
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| She said there’s a house in your mind
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| An attic of treasure, a forgotten pleasure park
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| Waiting inside you in the dark
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| Don’t leave it behind
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| Don’t leave it behind
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| I’m scared of everything I am
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| I’m scared of opening the can
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| I’m scared of losin' who I am
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| Think I might’ve taken all I can
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| I let the genie out of the box
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| Out of the box |