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If it hurts, kiss it better, You wear skirts, I write nice letters, Never said nothing with flowers, Though we always talked for hours, And it seems to get much colder, When you cry on your own shoulder, And we know the show must go on Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on Some jefferson airplane, I'm trapped and I am enclosed, But I won't complain, I'll open all the windows, (repeat) 'Cause when it's colder, I feel much better, When I cry on my own shoulder, Just throw on a sweater and go, And I'll go to undergo, A change of heart, A change of clothes, And when I'm home, I think I'll go eat cereal, And stare out the window. SongtexteI'll make the calls, You cover your ears, Niagara Falls still flows on New Year's, I will save your plunging neck line, I kiss your face, you try to deck mine, If I behave it's gonna cost him, Skip the rave in downtown Boston, And we know the show must go on, Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on, Some jefferson airplane, I'm trapped and I am enclosed, But I won't complain, I'll open all the windows, (repeat) 'Cause when it's colder, I feel much better, When I cry on my own shoulder, Just throw on a sweater and go, And I'll go to undergo, A surgery to purge me of this lonely mood, And my ego, the status quo, Provides me with a decent attitude. And I'll go to undergo, A change of heart, A change of clothes, And when I'm home, I think I'll go eat cereal, And stare out the window. 'Cause you confuse me more than anyone, An adjustment has begun To let me feel the desperate need To leave what we undid undone, And maybe you could sympathize With the bags under my eyes And we'll see the signs are saying That we have used up all our tries To be a better person, To be a better friend, To be a better son. He tries to be a better someone, That understands the difference, And that he can't show all the people, All the things that really mean as much as he could (Feel) Feels like I don't remember Ever being this tired (Before) Before now my eyes were closed To all of the beauty in this world, Jefferson airplane, I am trapped and I am enclosed, But I won't complain, I'll open all the windows (repeat) 'Cause when it's colder, I feel much better, When I cry on my own shoulder, Just throw on a sweater and go. And I'll go to undergo, A surgery to purge me Of this lonely mood. And my ego, the status quo Provides me with a decent attitude. And I'll go to undergo, A change of heart, a change of clothes, And I'll go, oh yes, I'll go! And hope the new me shows, So everybody knows that I've found myself Able to fly away without Magic feathers or Jefferson aero planes, I've got with me all that I need Aus Songtexte Mania