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 mother-ship
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
I was a good girl
I can't understand, how to
Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away
Make it go away

Sometimes I wonder
Which hurts 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 away)
Make it go away
(Make it go away)
Make it go away

Make it go away.

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Writer(s): SHERYL CROW