I reached the desert as the sun was rising
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On the day that you were passing through
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The caravan you travelled in was crowded
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I didn't like the people around you
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Those people hushed me when I tried to call you
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The pushed me back and would not let me through
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And these thin arms weren't strong enough to part them
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So back into the roadside rocks I withdrew
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Sometimes I am nervous when the night comes
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I hear so many noises that are new
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But I try not to think of you too often
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I try not to use the beads you threw
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Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
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I know that I'm supposed to wait
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But when will I see you again
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In daytime I do dances for the tourists
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I strike a pose I hope they can't ignore
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My hope is to attract your caravan to me
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And then beat them to your side before they know
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Oh babe I'm really sitting by the road
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I hug my knees and hope that I'll see you
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I made up that bit about the dances
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But it keeps me from using the beads you threw
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Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
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I know that I'm supposed to wait
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But when will I see you again
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Your caravan told me I was not one of them
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Because the way I talked was not part of their school
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I made too much fun of California
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Well--I made too much fun of paper tools
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You yourself--you told me not to join them
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You said I would do better where I was
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But is this really true--I get so lonely
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The only wine that fills me up is you
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Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
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I know that I'm supposed to wait
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But when will I see you again
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I am not as nervous when the night comes
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And darkness falls among these desert rocks
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Even though I still touch your beads and wish for you
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Waiting becomes easier than not
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Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
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I know that I'm supposed to wait
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I just wanted to see you again
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But when will I see you again
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when?
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The Magic Beads
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Jane Siberry |