| I wish people would stop yelling and start listening
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| I wish birds would start talking and stop whistling
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| Cause they know things that I don’t know
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| Seven of them sitting on that wall
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| Staring at a lost soul and fly away
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| Too close to the window
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| I’m looking for some info
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| Can I trust Google Maps' photographs
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| What’s flying like, are you free above
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| Is it really that worth, dreaming of
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| Or does that to get old like making love and alcohol
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| Or that track you wrote that made them all dance on the dancingfloor
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| But the dancing floor, it ends at four
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| When the dancing people have to go
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| And there is nothing left for you to roll, than home
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| Sun don’t shine at night
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| Oh no, it don’t
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| If only you would just open your eyes
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| I know i’m not alone
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| Is it alright if all these words don’t mean nothing at all
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| I wish I was from a broken home
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| To explain the fact that i’m cold and alone
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| But my family is golden so it’s probably just my own fault again
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| I wish those seven birds came back
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| And told me why this earth is wack
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| Cause it ain’t sync what we deserve and get
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| Or do you think we should work on that
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| Sunday evening, monday is eager to kill me like he did last week
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| I’m not the guy you think you need
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| I wish that you start missing me
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| And start distinguishing you and I
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| For we are the same and you’re in my mind
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| But rain replaces snow and that’s just pretty fucking lame |