| I was born choked in a shroud of thick smoke
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| I was born under a cataract from a cataract
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| I was born swimming in that milky aura, yeah
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| I was born in that old stretched out birthsack I’m in
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| But I was born in spring
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| The year Jupiter got its rings
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| Singing, «I will peel free»
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| I’ve been shaking off a shadow all my life
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| I was born inflamed
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| Shot face-first out the cocked eye of a hurricane
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| And today, still some of that storm surrounds me
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| But I was born in spring
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| And baptized in the kitchen sink
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| And I’ma shake that storm from my frame
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| I’ve been shaking off a shadow all my life
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| I’ve been shaking off a shadow all my life
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| Oh, I may be pink when I come out my skin
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| Oh, I may come out a broken yolk
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| I may come out on saddle
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| Ooh, yeah
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| Yeah, I was born in spring
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| Anointed in kerosene
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| I might yet take flame
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| I’ve been shaking off a shadow all my life
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| I’ve been shaking off a shadow all my life
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| And I’ll crawl loose
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| Yes, I intend to claw loose
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| I’ll crawl loose
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| I’ll claw loose
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| Yoni, we’re on our own |