Once you've been bitten
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You get a little bit shy
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Start looking round for anyplace that you can hide
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Once you've been naked
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You get a thick thick skin
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Build it up layer by layer and you climb on in
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And then you're wrapped up oh so tightly
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That I don't think you feel a thing
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No sting of snowflakes, no kiss of angel's wings
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And maybe you don't need that skin anymore
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Maybe if you took it off you would not have to breathe
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Maybe air would just flow in and out of you as it pleased
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Look at all the heaviness
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And the weight in this world
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Put and old lady backbone in a little baby girl
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Left no room for no lover
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Left no time for no friend
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Just a little voice saying never never never again
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But if there's no such thing as safety
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And if there ain't no guarantee
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Maybe the coast is just as clear as it is ever gonna be
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And maybe you don't need that skin anymore
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Maybe if you took it off you would not even have to breathe
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Maybe air would just flow in and out of you as it pleased
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Like a summer breeze
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Don't you want to feel the breeze
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Don't you want to feel it now
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Sweet summer breeze
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Summer Breeze
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Kris Delmhorst |