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IN THE AIR
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Seems lately I cry at the drop of a hat
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And I want to lash out but you're not here for
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Me to lash out at.
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And I want a moment not to even consider
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The odds
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And I want to place a kiss, full on the mouth of God
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I welcome the pain of conflict for the joy of
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Resolution
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Embrace the problem for the peace of solution
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And claim the injustice for the thrill of revolution
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It's in the air, it's as hot as Atlanta burning
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Be careful. Beware.
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It's a deep-rooted call it's a deep-rooted
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Yearning
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I am a master of disguise, I am resilient
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And the WINGED SPIRITS talk to me
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And their messages are brilliant
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Cause I can creep right in and
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I can sit right down
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And I can slip right out before you know I've
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been
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Around this block a time or two
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And if you won't hold it against me, I won't
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Hold it against you.
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The vultures are circling and they're waiting
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For me to die
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And I laugh my best laugh 멵ause I know their
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last meal will be humble pie
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I'll be their dyke-like darling, be nocturnal
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Release
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멦il they find they want more.
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And when they're done with their feeding and
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I've stopped my bleeding
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I'll grab my bloody boot strap and pull up off
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the floor
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IN THE AIR
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
