Supernatural


Built a king on compliments,
Charisma, and advertisements.
Still they see him shine ephemeral.
It ain’t supernatural.

Out of body experience.
I flew ’round the little room once on
Intravenous demerol.
It ain’t supernatural.
It ain’t… it ain’t supernatural.
Supernatural, oh, maybe.

Sudden smell, a certain view
Sparks a case of deja vu.
It ain’t despicable, no.
It ain’t supernatural.
It ain’t… it ain’t supernatural.
Supernatural, oh, maybe.
Oh, maybe.
Oh, maybe, baby…


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