| The slow one’s on, pass the water round
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| I can barely function, can’t even make a sound anymore
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| I’m burning up, put me on ice
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| I’m on fire
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| The new ones on, let’s order a round
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| We can drown our sorrows, we can blow out smoke to the sounds
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| Of revelation and peace of mind
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| We’re on fire
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| Apologies, I guess it wasn’t quite what we’d planned
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| So won’t you help me understand
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| Won’t you be my exoskeleton
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| Won’t you be my epidural pen
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| You lift me up when I’m too tired to stand
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| You’re my exoskeleton
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| This is the one everybody knows
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| Lift me up on your shoulders
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| Scream every last word from your lungs
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| I’m coming up, push me on high
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| I’m on fire
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| And this must be the part where they give us some truth
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| Like «you can find the answer standing next to you»
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| So won’t, so won’t you help me understand
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| Won’t you be my exoskeleton
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| Won’t you be my epidural pen
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| You lift me up when I’m too tired to stand
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| You’re my exoskeleton
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| Exo
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| Exo Exo
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| I can barely breathe on my own
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| Won’t you be my exoskeleton
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| Won’t you be my exoskeleton
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| Exo, exo
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| I can barely breathe on my own
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| Exo, exo
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| I can barely breathe on my own
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| Exo, exo
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| I can barely breathe on my own
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| You’re my exoskeleton |