I'll no longer burn my fingers

when you go back in time
you already know the rules
no matter what's revealed
the present cannot be changed

but the future
oh the future
the places we'll go
the things we'll

that dusty daydream
back again into hopeful hands
you blow the dust away
and the lack of faith
and you whisper
when no one is at home but yourself
"I'll no longer burn my fingers
for now I know
how to hold a steaming hot pan"


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