It's Inara George with Accidental.

All the words sound so accidental, rise and fall like an old balloon.

All my words and my marble heavy mind, wasting time.

I'll waste it on instructions for you to carry me around you.

Pay me attentions.

Then wave me off with a goodbye When you speak to me off speak to pleasantly where's the knife where's the fire run away like I'm some

holiday where's the knife where's the fire am I a saint or a lie?

Where's the knife?

Where's the knife?

Where's the knife?

I won't question your opinions.

I can't even disagree.

You touch on all my troubles,

expecting nothing more from me.

I am eager for your answers just like some baby bone

My mouth is so wide open

For what you think you might have heard

When you speak to me, I speak to me, I speak to pleasantly.

Where's the knife? Where's the fire?

Run away like I'm some holiday.

Where's the knife? where's the fire?

Am I a saint or a liar? Where's the knife? Where's the fire? Where's the knife?

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