| All of these birds
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| All of these birds in my head
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| Swarmin' around
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| Pecking, They keep me up and I can’t come down
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| All of these words building a house in my head
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| Tearin' it down
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| The wreckage
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| Is keepin' me up
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| And I can’t come down
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| The carnage of the cardinals that haunt me
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| The buzzing of the humming birds that knock me
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| The raven’s got a carnival that’s rocking me wide awake
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| Like there’s nothing at stake
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| 'Cause I was born as perfect as the skies are
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| Head latched open to the skylark
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| But now my brain’s a prison for the flight, oh
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| All of these birds
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| All of these birds in my head
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| Swarmin' around
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| Pecking, they keep me up and I can’t come down
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| All of these words building a house in my head
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| Tearin' it down
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| The wreckage
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| Is keepin' me up
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| And I can’t come down
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| The murmur of the starling song is maddening
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| The murder of the crows is coming at me
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| The ticking of the clock is trying to mock me
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| I’m wide awake, like there’s nothing at stake
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| 'Cause I am still the architect of this cage
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| And I set all the raptors on a rampage
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| Begging for a rapture, for an escape
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head
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| Get out of my head, head
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| I feel the madness wrapping me up here
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| Sun in my eyes, it’s a beautiful sight
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| I feel the madness wrapping me up here
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| Open the latch, let me into the light
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| All of these birds
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| All of these birds in my head
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| Swarmin' around
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| Pecking, they keep me up and I can’t come down
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| All of these words building a house in my head
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| Tearin' it down
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| The wreckage
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| Is keepin' me up
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| And I can’t come down |