Lletres: Sheryl Crow. Detours. Make It Go Away.

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I stare into some great abyss
And calculate the things I?d miss
If I could only make some sense of this

And Madam Butterfly resounds
Over the mothership her lights flashing around
I float above her and I wonder how

To make it go away
Make it go away
To make it go away
Make it go away

I crawl into my circumstance
Lay on the table begging for another chance
But I was a good girl, and I can?t understand

How to make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)

Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)

Sometimes I wonder which hurts the worse
The thought of dying or reliving every hurt
Was love the illness and disease the cure, oh, the cure?

Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)

Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)

Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go, make it go away)

Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Go away