| As I swan dive into the estuary
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| The birds do not flinch at my fall
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| They perch in the rafters, before, during, after
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| They do not notice me at all
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| As I float down into the estuary
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| Wind cases my body in cool
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| I smell petrol fumes, see the smoke rise in plumes
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| The earth is one big fireball
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| The earth is one big fireball
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| Anecdote, lie, my own alibi
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| I’ve been telling jokes
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| Piled notes high, my own alibi
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| I’ve been selling rope
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| As I break the film of the estuary
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| The seaweed submerges my form
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| No passing cars stop, not a single jaw drops
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| As my wallet and keys sink before
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| A splash all I left in the world
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| Anecdote, lie, my own alibi
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| I’ve been telling jokes
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| Piled notes high, my own alibi
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| I’ve been selling rope
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| Once held a magpie in the palm of my hand
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| And the blood in our veins flowed faster, as I’d planned
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| Got a heart full of love and a head full of more
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| But a fist full of threads from the seams
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| And I saw a smile in that beak
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| Anecdote, lie, my own alibi
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| I’ve been telling jokes
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| Piled notes high, my own alibi
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| I’ve been selling rope
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| Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
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| I’ve been telling jokes while selling rope to you
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| Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
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| I’ve been telling jokes while selling rope to you
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| Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
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| I’ve been telling jokes while selling rope to you
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| Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
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| I’ve been telling jokes while selling rope to you
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| There’s no ticker-tape, no pearly gates
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| No carnival and no parade
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| Just one, one for sorrow
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| There’s no ticker-tape, no pearly gates
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| No carnival and no parade
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| Just one, one for sorrow |