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You know like the back of your handWho let me in?You got me into this messDo you get me out?You know like the back of your handYour bell jarYour collectionIngenueYou get me into this messFools rushing in, yeahAnd they know itThe seeds of the dandelion you blow awayIn good time, I hope I prayIf I'm not there now, physicallyI'm always before you, come what mayAnd you know itFools rushing in, yeahAnd you know itWho let them in?Yeah well you know itGone with the touch of yourGone with the touch of your handMove through the momentIt betraysTransformationsJackals flamesIf I knew now what I knew theGive me more time I hope and prayI mistake all you sayThe seeds of the dandelion you blow away From Letras Mania