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The Boy Who Cried Wolf Lyrics
I've been called the boy who cried wolf
Thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full
I jumped in some nearly empty pool
Hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull
You washed this stinging from my hands
And I danced into your trance in the burning of autumn sand
Baby, I swear I'm on the path
Babe, I swear I'm on the path
I drove to the coast with my two favorite women
And then I prayed in tuxedo pants, I waited for my baptism
Held a conch shell up and listened
And I stared into his cup until I felt my prison shifting
Babe, I finally understand
Babe, I finally understand
Best friends and whip shine (?) reserve
She said, Go on out west.
You're running with the blizzard.
She held the hearse cords in her hand.
Like a pyramid in the promised land
Babe, I swear I understand.
Babe, I finally understand.
Babe, I finally understand.
Babe, I finally understand.
Thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full
I jumped in some nearly empty pool
Hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull
You washed this stinging from my hands
And I danced into your trance in the burning of autumn sand
Baby, I swear I'm on the path
Babe, I swear I'm on the path
And then I prayed in tuxedo pants, I waited for my baptism
Held a conch shell up and listened
And I stared into his cup until I felt my prison shifting
Babe, I finally understand
Babe, I finally understand
She said, Go on out west.
You're running with the blizzard.
She held the hearse cords in her hand.
Like a pyramid in the promised land
Babe, I finally understand.
Babe, I finally understand.
Babe, I finally understand.
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Corrected lyrics:
I've been called the boy who cried wolf, thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full. I jumped in some nearly empty pools, and hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull. You washed the stigma from my hand. And I danced into a trance in the burning Nevada sand. Babe, I swear I'm on a path.
I drove to the coast with my favorite women. And in my faded tuxedo pants I waded for my baptism. I picked a conch shell up and listened, and I stared down into its cup until I felt my prism shifting. Babe, I finally understand.
My best friend is a witch and a wizard. She said, "Go on head out west, go running with the lizard." I touched the rose quartz in her hand and it felt like a pyramid in the promised land. Babe, I finally understand. Go.