| I want to give you love but it takes some guts to have and hold with empathy
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| To coil around you tenderly feels like windows open wide, feels cold,
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| fresh breeze
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| So, then why do tears roll down my cheeks, flow and flood the temple of my body’s flesh and bones?
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| My body’s flesh and bones
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| My body’s flesh and bones
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| I want to give you more than I ever have
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| Somehow this is not my curse
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| The air, too thin, too many times recycled feels my big belly butterflies,
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| feeds, grows too, wild
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| Do you want to see me cry?
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| Yeah, head bent, on my knees? |
| No!
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| You know I have to let you know that I have to let you go Sixteen rifts inside of me, inside this solid tube, inside is solitude,
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| inside this solid tube…
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| Oh hopefully truth will make me free
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| Fly, you big belly butter, big jelly-belly butterflies
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| Is solitude
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| Inside they do Inside too
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| My body’s flesh and bones
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| My body’s flesh and bones
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| Free |