Out in the garden
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There's half of a heaven,
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And we're only bluffing.
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We're not ones for busting through walls,
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But they've told us
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Unless we can prove
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That we're doing it,
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We can't have it all.
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He's gonna wangle
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A way to get out of it.
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She's an excuse
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And a witness who'll talk when he's called.
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But they've told us
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Unless we can prove
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That we're doing it,
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We can't have it all.
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We can't have it all.
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"I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright."
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Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
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It all goes slo-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,
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But as it gets clearer
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There's something appears in the way,
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It's a plank in me eye,
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With a camel
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Who's trying to get through it,
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Am I doing it?
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Can I have it all now?
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I pull out the plank and say
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"Thank you for yanking me back
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To the fact that there's
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Always something to distract."
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But sometimes it's hard
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To know if I'm doing it right.
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Can I have it all?
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Can I have it all now?
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We 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 slo-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
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That I am told not to.
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I'm not a Pandora.
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I'm much more like
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That girl in the mirror.
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Between you and me
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She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all.
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Not anywhere at all.
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No, not a thing.
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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 slo-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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Suspended In Gaffa
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| Kate Bush |
