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Hurt like a bird on a wire you got cursed |
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You got burned, something that no one deserves |
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As you broke in your wings you forgot how to sing |
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All the trouble it brings, trouble that it brings |
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For the first time in your life you're coming home |
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You can feel the strength returning to your bones |
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Caught in a trap of desire you got lost |
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You got shot with a bow and arrow to the heart |
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You fashion your life like a battered wife |
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Got some wood and a knife, wood and a knife |
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For the first time in your life you made a home |
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You'd work your fingers right down to the bone |
