| To be born a crab
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| Naked and sad
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| And you can’t go back
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| Shaking a shell
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| Feels like a cell
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| And you can’t have that
|
| I know the feeling of losing the ceiling
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| On beach full of empty cells
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| is healing
|
| Nakedness revealing
|
| They go so well
|
| To be born a crab
|
| Naked and mad
|
| When you can’t go back
|
| You shake on a shell
|
| And it feels like a cell
|
| But you can’t have that
|
| You can’t have that
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| You can’t have that
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| You won’t shake your shelter
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| And your shelter won’t shake you
|
| You won’t shake your shelter
|
| And your shelter won’t shake you
|
| You won’t shake your shelter
|
| And your shelter won’t shake you
|
| You won’t shake your shelter
|
| And your shelter won’t shake you
|
| To be born a crab
|
| Naked and sad
|
| And you can’t go back
|
| Shaking a shell
|
| Feels like a cell
|
| And you can’t have that
|
| I know the feeling of losing the ceiling
|
| On beach full of empty cells
|
| is healing
|
| Nakedness revealing
|
| They go so well
|
| To be born a crab
|
| Naked and mad
|
| When you can’t go back
|
| You shake on a shell
|
| And it feels like a cell
|
| But you can’t have that |