Choirs

In the champagne drought
I lost my mind
So I started smoking cigarettes with boxed wine
When I made a sound
My neighbors cried
Said all my songs sound just like drunken lullabies

Said I couldn’t change
So I broke the mold
And I put my dreams in bottles knowing they would float
To a better place
Where I could be myself
Don’t want to be another blonde doll on the shelf

Every day all day, every day all day

Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead
Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head

And I like to think
They’re all my friends
When I fall apart they put me back together again
It’s like they see and understand
Every day all day, every day when

People show their teeth
Don’t bite your tongue
Baby you’re a diamond shining with no lights on
If it gives you peace, keep raising hell

Every day all day, every day all day

Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead
Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head

I finally got where I wanted
Yeah I think that I’ve found the way
I finally got what I needed
With the voices I have in my brain

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Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead
Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head