My head's a spider web of daydreams-whistles while it weaves,
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Too many fantasies,
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My arms are two legs of a table folded patiently,
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Perched up so I can see.
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I guess I'm red elbows not sore knees,
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I guess I see what it is to be too far back to see,
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Red elbows don't bleed.
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I watch you flaunt your pain so proudly-scissors on your sleeve,
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like self destruction sheik,
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I missed the reason I'm designed so sanitized and clean,
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Mouthfull of dull teeth.
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I'm not so high I can't be reached,
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I'm not so dry I won't swim deep,
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But I can't decide who I wanna be.
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I'd wish to rule over my castle wear the crown and be,
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The Indecision King,
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I'd kiss the princess' lips but with the fire that dragons breathe,
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She might have to save me.
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I'm not inspired to referee,
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I can't pick sides at rivalries,
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I can't decide who I wanna be.
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Red Elbows
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