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It pleases me; it's not too strange |
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beneath the undergrowth |
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I hear a sound from another side |
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I look around for another try |
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the long way 'round from the other side |
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down to the ground just another try |
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I need nerves of steel |
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nothing's been the same |
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it's not always white |
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sometimes it's black inside |
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It pleases me; I feel a change |
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my hands are trembling |
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I got a flame that burns inside |
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I cannot hide this change |
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It pleases me; it's not too strange |
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beneath the undergrowth |
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My wings open wide and I realize |
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it's not always white |
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sometimes it's black inside |