| Little one with the two big eyes and bigger sights aimed high
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| Wonder how the time flies right by
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| Well you blink and it’s a hundred years meanwhile I’m stuck here
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| I couldn’t sleep going on these couple weeks convinced I’d disappear
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| So I packed my things to go for the journey back home
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| Held in the palm of the hand, held it a little too close
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| These times are sharpening knives push me aside
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| Or turn your back on me now, I think you’ll be surprised
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| The end is really the beginning
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| You’ll find out when I return
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| Your friends are made of tearing paper
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| You’ll find out when I return
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| And jealousy a wicked man it can make
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| Destroying innocence and anything else it faced
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| That got in its way
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| I left a lot behind when I said goodbye
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| I know from left to right we shifted side to side
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| I jumbled up some words I heard from you late at night:
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| «Don't put your heart in my hands, I don’t hold anything at all important»
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| Was that a warning?
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| 'Cause the end is really the beginning
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| You’ll find out when I return
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| You better put your hands together
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| You’ll find out when I return
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| The end is really the beginning
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| You’ll find out when I return |