| I think I woke up with
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| Butterflies inside me, it tickles
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| And there are dark fins behind me, but I
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| Hangs me on the shoal
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| Have it on my tongue what it reminds me of
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| It's been a little while since I've been happy
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| Me to something
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| I have a scraper on the bottom
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| I want to grow my hair out, maybe
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| Make a baby
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| Want to swim in the sea
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| And kiss a buddy on the mouth
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| I think I're dressed to be alive
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| I think I'm starting to understand how
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| My head just plays for the gallery
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| Have it on my tongue what it reminds me of
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| I think I dress to be happy
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| Give me strength
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| Need new legs to stand on, barely live
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| So I move with so little trying
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| Step
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| I think I dare to speed up
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| I think I dare to take some space again
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| Feels so blue, but it lets go
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| Have it on my tongue what it reminds me of
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| I will choke on everything that suffocated me
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| Drink until it looks like Picasso has
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| Painted me
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| Inside me lives a monster
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| Which sometimes just wants to smell like flowers
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| And smile at dogs and pet cats
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| Stop someone and say, 'Damn, you are
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| Beautiful"
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| I think I see a glimpse ahead in
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| The tunnel
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| Wait for me at the end - please
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| It's been a little while since I've been happy
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| Me to something
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| I have a scraper on the bottom
|
| I want to grow my hair out, maybe
|
| Make a baby
|
| Want to swim in the sea
|
| And kiss a buddy on the mouth
|
| I think I're dressed to be alive
|
| I think I'm starting to understand how
|
| My head just plays for the gallery
|
| Have it on my tongue what it reminds me of
|
| I think I dress to be happy
|
| Give me strength
|
| Need new legs to stand on, barely live
|
| So I move with so little trying
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| Step
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| I think I dare to speed up
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| I think I dare to take some space again
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| Feels so blue, but it lets go
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| Have it on my tongue what it reminds me of |