| The birds don’t sing, they crush my skull,
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| and I am worthless and the heights of what
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| I stand up to are not in you. |
| And I can’t get
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| no words with no feelings from nothing. |
| I don’t know, where you could ever go.
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| 1st voice chorus
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| I wonder why, you bleach the sky
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| You could not break
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| These strings of mine
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| I never knew, to walk back to A place that now belongs to you in body
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| 2nd voice chorus
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| There I stand
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| My earth
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| Me here in body
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| I stand my earth
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| Me here in body
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| A three point conversation in doors with
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| no meaning when the world won’t listen,
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| then you make your own way forward.
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| Get out. |
| Not going to waste outside and I don’t know where you could ever go Chorus (as 1st chorus)
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| 1st voice chorus
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| I wonder why, you bleach the sky
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| And could not break these strings of mine
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| I never knew to walk back to a place that
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| now belongs to you
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| I wonder why you reach the sky
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| For liars and lies and turn (s) for term (s)
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| sake I never knew to walk back to a place
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| that once belong (ed) to you nobody
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| 2nd voice chorus
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| There I stand
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| My earth
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| Me here in body
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| I stand my earth
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| Me here in body
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| I stand my earth
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| Me here in body
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| I stand my earth
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| Me here — nobody |