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Pretty bird with feathers falling |
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Pretty as a lady calling |
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For her pink and midnight lover |
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As she stares into the water |
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And a yellow moon is rising |
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And there can't be no disguising |
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That the pretty bird is dying |
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With a silver arrow lying at its side |
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Rivers of blood, |
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Oceans of tears, |
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Life without death, |
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And death without reason |
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To the whole united nations, |
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To your greatest expectations |
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To the moment that you realize |
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As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow |
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Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies |
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Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft |
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Of the zen archer |
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A man in parts forgotten |
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With an outlook that is rotten |
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And an attitude to match it |
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Finds relief inside a hatchet |
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And he halved someone in boulder |
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Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder |
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And you just don't know what people will do next |
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Mountains of pain, |
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Valleys of love, |
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Death without life, |
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And life without meaning |
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To the promise kept and broken |
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To the love that's never spoken |
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Just as surely as i'm in your ears |
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A dark figure slips from out of the shadow |
![Zen Archer [Live Version - 1978]](/storage/24/231706.jpg "Zen Archer [Live Version - 1978]")