Hey
O yea
Oh no, yea
O yea
I bring you flowers
In a tiny bottle of rain
I bring out demons
That you cannot explain
I bring you thunder
That will wake up the sky
Shakin' like a go-go
And I don't know why
I bring you wisdom
What do fools think of me?
I am your prison
When you long to be free
I bring you laughter
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