| Yeah
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| Nah, ah-ah
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| I know I could be naive
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| Holding onto something sweet, yeah
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| Maybe I was born this way
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| Yet I could be wrong, yeah
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| Try to keep yourself at ease
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| Even when it’s hard to breathe
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| Maybe you were born this way
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| But you could be wrong, yeah
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| I fell back
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| And I lost my track
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| As my chin sags
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| And my eyes go black
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my, my
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| My senses, my senses
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| Often on the sea breeze
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| Height of mountains kept me sleeping
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| You and I were born this way
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| Did something go wrong here?
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| Chuckling softly, hey, hey
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| I’ll pass it off graciously, yeah
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| And even in my time and place
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| Will something grow old here?
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| And I fell back
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| And I lost track
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| As my chin sags
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| And my eyes go black
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my senses back
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| I want all my senses back
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| Senses back, my, my
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| My senses, my senses
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| My senses, my |