| When you finally scaled the wall
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| Thinking you had heard the siren singing
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| What you really heard was a broken bird
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| Making out like it’s a dove
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| When you stole the soldier’s car
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| Everybody knew what you were thinking
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| Ivory towers and lover’s flowers
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| But no one thought you were a fool
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| You never stopped to notice all
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| The stolen clothes stacked in the hall
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| From the others who scaled the wall just to
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| Find themselves fun off the road
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| When you showed up at the farm
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| Visions of the summer flying past you
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| The foxes had torn up
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| The mother and her pups
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| And the well was full of flies
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| When you walked down to the pond
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| Searching for the lover guiding you
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| It had been filled in with rusty nails and then
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| You finally knew that you were lost |