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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