Editing I Am the One You Warned Me Of (section)

== Lyrics ==
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<tabber>|-|Imaginos=
Fresh from zones of moisture
And afterwards the meat
With spangles on my long-tailed suits
And songs to haunt the one that's saved
Just call me Desdinova
I'm sure to be the lucky one
When destiny assigns wisdom
Known to me, the starry wisdom

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never lie

The writing in the notebook
Notation from the stars
Songs by Desdinova
And frost warnings from the women's farm
Whose agents could not ever see
His hilly eyes and two green rings
Obscured sight and fancy dreams
Holy mass, those thirteen fancy dreams

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never lie

Eyes like bottles, and hands in my hair
Bottles of blackness, the blacker the spare
I'll sit myself behind that clock
And play tunes on its belfry

Five fingers have I, to play them like ten
Ten fingers have I, to play them again
In decimal chains of mimicry
Whose notes will never, never fly
Until they quit those timely tunes
And entered that system from outside

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never lie
I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never, never lie

I am
|-|Re Imaginos=
Fresh from zones of moisture
And afterward the meat
With spangles on my long-tailed suits
And songs to haunt the one that's saved
Just call me Desdinova
I'm sure to be the lucky one
When destiny assigns wisdom
Known to me, the starry wisdom

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never lie

The writing in the notebook
Notation from the stars
Songs by Desdinova
And frost warnings from the woman's farm
Whose agents could not ever see
His hilly eyes and two green rings
Obscured sight and fancy dreams
Holy mass, those thirteen fancy dreams

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never, never, never, never lie

Eyes like bottles, and hands in my hair
Bottles of blackness, the blacker the spare
I'll sit myself behind that clock
And play tunes on its belfry

Five fingers have I, to play them like ten
Ten fingers have I, to play them again
In decimal chains of mimicry
Whose notes will never, ever fly
Until they quit those timely tunes
And enter that system from outside

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never lie
I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who'd never, never, lie
No, no, no, no

Oh, whoa-oh
Oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh
Oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh
Oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh
Oh, oh

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