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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 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 |
