| Hit me like a kick to a thickening gut
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| The beat has done beaten me up
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| No one’s gonna lift me out of this rut
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| The groove has done ground me to dust
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| I’m knocking on the wrong cocoon
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| Spun another web of lies
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| And then you break through
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| And dry before my eyes
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| Take me with you
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| Where you hide tonight
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| Did you feel the beat in a fetal curl?
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| Could you be original, caterpillar girl
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| Crawling up the vine
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| Splitting your spine
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| Flowing through the motions
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| Leave your shell behind
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| And then you break through
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| And dry before my eyes
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| Take me with you
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| Where you hide tonight
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| Away…
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| Look out
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| The birds like me
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| They want you now
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| They want you now
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| Caterpillar Girl
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| And then you break through
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| And dry before my eyes
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| Take me with you
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| Where you hide tonight |