| Out in the garden there’s half of a heaven
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| And we’re only bluffing — we’re not ones for busting through walls
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| But they’ve told us unless we can prove that
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| We’re doing it we can’t have it all
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| I want it all
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| He’s gonna wangle a way to get out of it
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| She’s an excuse and a witness who’ll talk when he’s called
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| But they’ve told us unless we can prove that
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| We’re doing it we can’t have it all
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| I want it all, I want it all
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| We can’t have it all
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| I want it all
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| «I caught a glimpse of God, all shining and bright…»
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| Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
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| It all goes slow-mo
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| I don’t know why I’m crying
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| Am I suspended in gaffa?
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Can I have it all?
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| I try to get nearer, but as it gets clearer
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| There’s something appears in the way — it’s a plank in me eye
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| With a camel who’s trying to get through it
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| Am I doing it? |
| Can I have it all now?
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| I want it all
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| I pull out the plank and say, «Thank you for yanking me
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| Back to the fact that there’s always something to distract
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| But sometimes it’s hard to know if I’m doing it right»
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| Can I have it all now?
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| I want it all
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| Can I have it all now?
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| I want it all
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| Can I have it all?
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| I want it all
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| I can’t have it all
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| «We all have a dream… maybe»
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| Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
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| It all goes slow-mo
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| I don’t know why I’m crying
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| Am I suspended in gaffa?
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Can I have it all?
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| I won’t open boxes that I am told not to
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| I’m not a Pandora, I’m much more like
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| That girl in the mirror between you and me
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| She don’t stand a chance of getting anywhere at all
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| I want it all
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| Not anywhere at all
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| I want it all
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| No, not a thing
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| I want it all
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| She can’t have it all
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| «Mother, where are the angels? |
| I’m scared of the changes»
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| Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
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| It all goes slow-mo
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| I don’t know why I’m crying
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| Am I suspended in Gaffa?
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Suddenly my feet are feet of mud
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| It all goes slow-mo
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| I don’t know why I’m crying
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| Am I suspended in Gaffa?
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Not until I’m ready for you
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| Can I have it all now? |