i am still eleven but i'm only twenty-one
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i'd like to be figment of your imagination
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and i know i can believe me
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if i listen to myself
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you're just ornamented
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and you're sitting on a shelf
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and i don't want to carry any water to the well
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i don't want to leave all my wishes in a spell
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it's time to be away from here
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i cannot help myself
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i'm no longer on the side
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that takes what it can get
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what i could tell you now
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would probably not help you at all
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i know i should have told you
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when you were nearer to the fall
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strangers came among us
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and we had not been prepared
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the journey in and out of sin
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must have signalled that we cared
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and i don't want to carry any water to the well
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i don't to leave all my wishes in a spell
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it's time to be away from here
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i cannot help myself
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i'm no longer on the side
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that takes what it can get
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Water to the well
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Sinead Lohan |