Well don't you know I need a
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little indulgence?
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Listen to the hunter becoming
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hunted
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Every day there's a million advances
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Don't be too forceful you'll ruin
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your chances
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Well don't you know that time is a
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broken glass
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That splinters against the wall?
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But the picture is coming back
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now baby,
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And I want to take it all
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[chorus:]
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Don't go making all these promises
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you know you cannot keep
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There's a time to play a king and a
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time to be the thief
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'Cause if you're making all these
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promises you know you cannot keep
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You know time will be the thief and
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your fallen king will end up alone
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So let your body move a little
|
bit closer
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Silent like the sound proceeding
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a cyclone
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Don't you know that
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powerful thinking
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Can be a force you don't want
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to relinquish?
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Well don't you know that,
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They say that hanging on will justify
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the wait?
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But patience and elated wisdom
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don't share a common phrase
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[chorus]
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Well, I'm only hanging on for what
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goes down
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I'm floating high and my feet don't
|
touch the ground
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I'd take advantage but I can't see
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through this charade
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So don't you, don't go make it harder
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than hell
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'Cause when it comes down to
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the making
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You better be damned sure you can
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take it
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Hey baby
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[chorus]
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Time will be the thief
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and your fallen king will end up...
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A fool, a fool, a lonely sorry fool
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Oh baby, 'cause I told you baby
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Promises
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| Savage Garden |
