It pleases me; it's not too strange beneath the undergrowth I hear a sound from another side I look around for another try the long way 'round from the other side down to the ground just another try I need nerves of steel nothing's been the same it's not always white sometimes it's black inside It pleases me; I feel a change my hands are trembling I got a flame that burns inside I cannot hide this change It pleases me; it's not too strange beneath the undergrowth My wings open wide and I realize it's not always white sometimes it's black inside
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