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I'm sitting in a rather small room |
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My walls have nothing to say |
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I memorize every hole |
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Squinting eyes all day |
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Fold me up and bring me home |
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With the night I cannot stay! |
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Violence surrounds my house |
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I'm a loco loser |
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Springing the noose, stay rather far |
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I rest from the fact |
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The birds cover trees on my side |
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Violence surrounds my house |
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So I sit on the side |
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These birds are mine, together |
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The friends of your blood |
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I smile, then divide |
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The birds all take mine |
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Fold me up and bring me home |
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No I will not stay |
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These birds surround my house |
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I cannot stay |
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I'm sitting in a rather small room |
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My walls have nothing to say |
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I memorize every hole |
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Squinting eyes all day |
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Resting from the fact the birds |
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The birds cover the trees, my side |
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Violence surrounds my house |
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So I sit on the side |
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These birds |
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My mind |
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Together |
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They fly |
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On the side I hide my eyes |
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Stole my mind |
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I feel my flight |
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The milkman passes through today, on his way |
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He's bringing home the noose of mine |
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The birds are his tree |
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I'm sitting in a rather small room |
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My eyes of nothing left to say |
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I can remember a time I was |
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As pretty as the day! |