| I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
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| They are drowning out the voices in my head
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| At night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking
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| But I can’t recall a single thing they said
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| I see their lips move clearly, I feel their presence near me
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| But each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks
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| I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain
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| And then a voice from somewhere whispers to relax
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| I’ll say a word for sickness, she is my favorite mistress
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| Yes, she knows my body like no other can
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| My flesh and spirit keep colliding when her fingers are inside me
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| Oh my god, oh my god, lady, I’m your man
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| Fever, flu, malaria, come near me, do not spare me
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| I just long to spend another night under attack
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| I retch, I shake, I cry until I break
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| And then I feel something release and I relax
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| I bang my head for days against the walls inside this maze
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| I’ve never been too good at this damn kind of thing
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| I’m in here with my father, I’m just pacing but he’s smarter
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| He’s been building a fantastic set of wings
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| And like that I’m up and flying with the labyrinth behind me
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| But I go too high, the sun is melting through the wax
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| It burns, it hurts, I tumble to the earth
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| And as I fall I feel myself relax
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| Am I letting go?
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| Am I letting go?
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| I think I’m letting go
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| I must be letting go
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| Am I letting go?
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| I think I’m letting go
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| I must be letting go
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| I’ve got to let it go
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| Let it go
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| I’ve got to let it go
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| Go, let it go
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| I’ve got to let it go, let go, let go, let go, let go
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| I’m letting go, I’m letting go
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| Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go
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| I’m letting go, I’m letting go
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| Let go, let go
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| I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
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| They are drowning out the voices in my head
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| At night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking
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| But I can’t recall a single thing they said
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| I see their lips move clearly, I feel their presence near me
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| But all their unearthly wisdom just slips through the cracks
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| I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain
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| I retch, I shake, I cry until I break
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| It burns, it hurts, I tumble to the earth
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| And as I fall I feel myself relax |