Molting, porous, sheathing Breathing through the skin Sloughing, breaching, preening Exoskeleton
Don't talk to me now, I'm molting Don't tell me that it's revolting Every inch of us Every inch of us Every inch of us a walking miracle
I just got born I just got born Oh my God, I just got born
And all your juvenile plumage Is falling to the forest floor You lost your teenage plumage So you make the same mistakes again once more
Don't tell me that you can't see her Try as you might, you can't deter Every inch of her Every inch of her Every inch of her a walking miracle
She just got born She just got born Oh my God, she just got born
First, you think you'll fall apart Loose the ties that bind Incubate your bleeding heart now Little piece of you you leave behind you
When all your inside problems Really aren't your problem anymore And all your inside problems Are passing through the threshold of your door And all your juvenile plumage Is falling to the forest floor You lost your teenage plumage So you can make the same mistakes again once more
Don't talk to me now, I'm molting Don't tell me that it's revolting Ah, oh my God, I just got born
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