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
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