A Riddle-Tamas Wells

[ti:A Riddle]
[ar:Tamas Wells]
[al:On the Volatility of the Mind]
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[00:00.00]A Riddle - Tamas Wells
[00:23.00]Told myself it was a riddle
[00:25.04]That way I felt not in the middle
[00:27.57]Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
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[00:32.57]Hurt my hand on those stinging nettles
[00:34.77]And we couldn't find where you put the kettle
[00:37.44]Frozen leaves stuck to the metal and wire
[00:40.44]
[00:41.61]When it burns on my feet and the windows down
[00:45.80]
[00:46.43]When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground and say
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[01:01.65]Car that we bought from my brother
[01:03.80]He sold it when he yelled at our mother
[01:06.40]I'll be selling it for another I'm done
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[01:11.11]Told myself it was a riddle
[01:13.33]That way I felt not in the middle
[01:15.97]Of a caravan east and a rattling tyre
[01:19.08]
[01:20.18]When it burns on my feet and the windows down
[01:24.55]
[01:25.08]When it burns on the seat and we lie on the ground
[01:29.76]And say