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