(Buck/Mills/Stipe)
I feel great. I lied to save your feelings
Truth convened, my head smashed through the celling
I lost an arm, no one harmed, you diplomatically alarmed
I sulked away to lick my thin skin
I'm not over you, I'm not over you, I'm not over you
I feel great. I lied to save your feelings
Truth convened, my head smashed through the celling
I lost an arm, no one harmed, you diplomatically alarmed
I sulked away to lick my thin skin
I'm not over you, I'm not over you, I'm not over you
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