Wake up, it's all abound,
Digging into something you haven't figured out,
Weighed it on the scale,
Bona fide, and so...
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh, oh, oh
You lift your arm, try to catch a star,
It fell down your sleeve and cut your heart,
You believe it will leave a lovely scar,
This surgery in the sky.
Oh, you can't hide what you hold,
Stick it in the middle, ah-aaah, oh, get it out,
Bona fide splinter, bona fide seeker...
You lift your arm, try to catch a star,
It fell down your sleeve and cut your heart,
You believe it will leave a lovely scar,
This surgery in the sky.
La da da, da da da, oh
La da da, da da da, oh
La da da, da da da, oh, oh, oh
You lift your arm, try to catch a star,
It fell down your sleeve and cut your heart,
You believe it will leave a lovely scar,
This surgery in the sky.
And you lift your arm try to catch a star,
It fell down your sleeve and cut your heart,
And you bleed at night on your countertop,
From this surgery in the sky
You lift your arm, try to catch a star,
It fell down your sleeve and cut your heart,
You believe it will leave a lovely scar,
This surgery in the sky.
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
La da da dee da da da dee-da, oh
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