Wish that I could
When ya feel the spiral coming
Put your sunglasses on
'Cause I don't wanna be the one
To tell you that you is wrong
But I will if I gotta
'Cause I'm used to getting gone
But if you howling at the moon
We just sing all night long
See now I was born a bug
And I'mma stay like this
Here to tell what's an angel
Is an angler fish
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