I want to give you love but it takes some guts to have and hold with empathy
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To coil around you tenderly feels like windows open wide, feels cold, fresh breeze
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So, then why do tears roll down my cheeks, flow and flood the temple of my body's flesh and bones?
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My body's flesh and bones
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My body's flesh and bones
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I want to give you more than I ever have
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Somehow this is not my curse
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The air, too thin, too many times recycled feels my big belly butterflies, feeds, grows too, wild
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Do you want to see me cry?
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Yeah, head bent, on my knees? No!
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You know I have to let you know that I have to let you go
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Sixteen rifts inside of me, inside this solid tube, inside is solitude, inside this solid tube...
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Oh hopefully truth will make me free
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Fly, you big belly butter, big jelly-belly butterflies
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Is solitude
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Inside they do
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Inside too
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My body's flesh and bones
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My body's flesh and bones
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Free
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Big belly butterflies
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Bel Canto |