| Fallen from tiring flights
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| Complicated and thoughtful
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| Bruised after so many sieves
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| Armored with our motives
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| sulky, reflective
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| And give you anti-depressants
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| Cramped between discs and books
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| harmless
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| Will the sun come out for a better flight
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| I'll wait, maybe in the spring
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| The sky clears up and heat comes see only
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| What was left of us and what used to be
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| In collapse the planet rotates, so many lies
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| Increases the wrath of those who suffer mute
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| The page turns, the saint is delirious, so we go crazy
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| And in the midst of it all
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest, even if it's in each other's chest
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest, even if it's in each other's chest
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| (laia, laia, laia, laia
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| Lay, Lay, Lay, Lay
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| Lay, Lay, Lay, Lay
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| laia, laia, laia, laia)
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| Babylon is gray and neon, I know
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| My best friend has been the sound, ok
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| So much karma reminds me of Armageddon, I prayed
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| I'm looking for a new life like ultrasound, I found
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| Cities are dead villages, nonsense challenge
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| Competition in vain, that no one wins
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| Think of an anthill, it's bad
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| When people turn into things, heads turn into steps
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| At the foot that things go, since
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| Crazy, in a little while, there will be no wood left for the coffin
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| It was fog, today it's pollution
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| Hot asphalt burns the feet on the ground
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| Cars in profusion, confusion
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| Water in scarcity, right on our turn
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| So there are not even the cockroaches left
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| Unjust make laws and what is there for law?
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| Choosing which poison kills you
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| 'Cause we're like
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest, even if it's in each other's chest
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest, even if it's in each other's chest
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| (laia, laia, laia, laia
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| Lay, Lay, Lay, Lay
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| Lay, Lay, Lay, Lay
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| laia, laia, laia, laia)
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest, even if it's in each other's chest
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| Loose birds flying willingly
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| Finding a nest (two, three, four), even if it's in each other's chest |