You stick to yourself,
(And) no one else.
You stick to yourself,
(And) no one else.
(Do) what feels good, what feels good.
(Do) what feels good, what feels good.
(She) accused me of a shaky faith,
Of one I never had.
I argued this the best I could
But something kept me sad.
I wouldn’t hear, her words
They cough below my knees,
Like broken bats, or birds,
They fell down from the trees.
(I) repaired my infiltrated pride,
The best that I knew how.
(But) something never seemed quite right
(That) eluded me ‘til now.
I wouldn’t hear, her words
‘Cause they reminded me,
That I am fraught and stirred,
By the angels that I see.
Something tugs at you.
Something tugs at you.
Something tugs at you.
Something tugs at you.
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