I only go where I'm wanted
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You go only where you want
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I aim to be more like you
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There is a ghost in my house
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Rattling handles on every door
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Show us an open window or two
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Would you?
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Doors are starting to close
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And you drew a rose my, my
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Your mind it is original, oh
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You're a skeleton key, opening me,
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My, my; your mind it is original,
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Girl you're the original
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Always were
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And always will be
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The flowers of adaptation
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Unfold and lovingly alarm
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You effortlessly ring that bell
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Your stripes are yours and yours only
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The bow ideal of rare birds
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And now I am under your spell
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Oh, under your spell
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Doors are starting to close
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And you drew a rose my, my
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Your mind it is original, oh
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You're a skeleton key, opening me,
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My, my; your mind it is original,
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Girl you're the original
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Always were
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And always will be
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The Original
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| Incubus |
