
Sitting in my kitchen, hey, girl
I'm turning into dust again
My melancholy baby, the star of mazzy must
Push her voice inside of me
I'm overcoming gravity
I'm overcoming gravity
It's easy when you're sad to be
It's easy when you're sad, sad like me
I like pleasure spiked with pain
And music is my Aeroplane, it's my Aeroplane
Songbird, sweet and sour Jane
And music is my Aeroplane, it's my Aeroplane
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