Oh I miss the womb
Put me back and make it soon
Where’s my bliss, what’s this sound
Have you seen my solid ground
All is nothing being everything
Tell me why, tell me when
Naked soup, tasteless bread
Can I have your life instead
I’m the singer, I’m the song
Give it up, give it up
Do me right anddo me wrong
Give it up, give it up
Won’t you take me home please
Make me feel something real
Sing me from your window
Let me be your side show
Let me be the one to say I told you so
I told you so
Oh I spoke too soon
All these answers make me swoon
Where’s my fire, what’s this noise
Is this even my own voice
All is nothing though I don’t know why
Please don’t let me pass this by
Where’s my bliss, what’s this sound
Have you seen my solid ground
I’m the singer, I’m the song
Give it up, give it up
Do me right and do me wrong
Give it up, give it up
Won’t you take me home please
Make me feel something real
Sing me from your window
Let me be your side show
Let me be the one to say I told you so
I told you so
Baby you’re a bad man
Everybody knows
Better take what you can steal
Before that hurricane blows
You were there when Adam fell from bliss
And no one knew your name
Better leave now from the way you came
Kneel down
Make no sound
Here comes your last time around
Take that smile from off your lips
Where you going time just slips
I’m your fallen refugee
Give it up, give it up
One day you’ll be true to me
Give it up, give it up
I’m the singer, I’m the song
Give it up, give it up
Do me right and do me wrong
Give it up, give it up
Won’t you take me home please
Make me feel something real
Sing me from your window
Let me be your side show
Let me be the one to say I told you so
I told you so
I told you so
I told you so
I told you so
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