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Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation
In the clearing is a platform station
In the distance is a kingdom
Into the front line is how I'm coming

They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the field
In spite of my condition

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop

Through the desert, out to the sea
Weather beaten through all four seasons
And there is love in my creation
I've come back for all the right reasons

That ain't your castle
You're not a queen, that isn't yours
That you're so busy there protecting

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop

All this beauty is sticky sweet
This naughty world is due for a good deed
Give me your poor tired huddled masses
Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses

Sing that lonesome high melody
Rumble young men
But hobble behind me

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop
Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation   In the clearing is a platform station   In the distance is a kingdom   Into the front line is how I'm coming      They say in war all is fair   I am headed to the field   In spite of my condition      Whatever you thought   Whatever you thought   You know I told you   I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop      Through the desert, out to the sea   Weather beaten through all four seasons   And there is love in my creation   I've come back for all the right reasons      That ain't your castle   You're not a queen, that isn't yours   That you're so busy there protecting      Whatever you thought   Whatever you thought   You know I told you   I couldn't stop      Whatever you thought   Whatever you thought   You know I told you   I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop      All this beauty is sticky sweet   This naughty world is due for a good deed   Give me your poor tired huddled masses   Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses      Sing that lonesome high melody   Rumble young men   But hobble behind me      Whatever you thought   Whatever you thought   You know I told you   I couldn't stop      Whatever you thought   Whatever you thought   You know I told you   I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop   I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop