under doctors orders, to replace my
guts and insides, for butterflies
fair trade, I'll string myself up and fly away
to late for a distinction
you know what they say about, dinner and business
when reason ran away with the moon
the stars came out to dance in two's
these are my best laid plans, as long as we're lying down
walk with me down the aisle, hand in hand behind our backs
we found fingers crossed gives us some sense of class
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