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Birdnest hair, so slips the dream |
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A paper boat in heavy seas |
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Into thin air, lost upon on the tidal stream |
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Another year, but I don't care |
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Birdnest hair, her resolve, her retribution |
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Sticks and stones, dissolution |
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It's just me here, foetal position |
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Make up your mind, make a decision |
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Birdnest hair, the frozen breath of butterflies |
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I'm out of here, into thin air |
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The falling star slips from my hand |
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She disappears, but I don't care |
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Birdnest hair, her resolve, her retribution |
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Sticks and stones, dissolution |
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Hands are tied, foetal position |
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Is that the time? I must be leaving |
