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She felt comatose waiting for this thing to grow |
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She's impatient 'cause she wants it now and so it shows |
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She can't be bothered by the ties that bind her |
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She's united when it strangles everything it holds |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope |
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Turn it around, turn it around |
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She closed the door with the intention of not looking back |
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But missed her step because she didn't have a steady track |
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She can't be bothered by the mistakes she's made |
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But she's forgetting that's what guides you to the rightful path |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope |
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Turn it around, turn it around |
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As suspected back at home it grew out of control |
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Well that can happen when you leave things to a little girl |
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So now she's left without an option at hand |
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She better tend to it or she won't have another chance |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope |
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Turn it around, turn it around |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end |
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She's looking through the wrong end of the telescope |
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Turn it around, turn it around |
