| Push me away on this lucky lucky day
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| Don’t offer me anything
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| A purse full of fortune I’ll trade
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| Can I offer a solution
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| Bubbles and a twist of lime
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| Precious roses this time
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| Now I’ve got your picture hanging upside down
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| And only you can flip it right
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| A stain you remember me fucking up the tapestry
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| Follow the grapevine down into the goldmine
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| Yes there is a treasure but she’s hiding behind a blank stare
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| Now I dare you to go back and fall through the cracks
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| Finally I recognize the shape of your soul
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| Flashing in a crystal punch bowl
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| A toast to the overlooked queen and her followers
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| I decorate it inside
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| Remember how it seemed so wide
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| It fills me up with something and cry
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| Don’t force me to resort to this
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| Stare into to her empty fists
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| I’ll pick one in the age of the counterfeit
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| Away
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| Under the rainbow
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| Yes there’s a treasure but she guards it from behind a blank stare
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| Now I dare you to go back
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| And fall through the cracks
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| And if you go back take the to the right path
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| It won’t come upon me fast
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| Yes there’s a treasure but she guards it from behind a blank stare
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| Now I dare you to go back
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| Fall through the cracks
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| And if you go back take to the right path
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| It won’t come upon me fast
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| Yes there’s a treasure |