| There’s a new bird at my window
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| It wasn’t there before
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| The other one’s not singing anymore
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| Scores of demons have been fading
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| Slowly through the night
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| They melt into the walls and out of sight
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| Oh my family split in two
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| When my dad after the war
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| Said he didn’t worship with his parents anymore
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| He kept flying back from school
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| Still trying to be a decent son
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| But when he knocked on their front door, they wouldn’t come
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| All the rules you hold to
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| They’re only there to numb you
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| So you don’t ask a question when you feel
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| If every non-believer is a non-receiver
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| There’s a reason right there
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| To raise your hand
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| Fifty years later and we met them
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| Though I wish them well
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| It’s strange they think I’m going straight to hell
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| There’s a new bird at my window
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| It wasn’t there before
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| The other one’s not singing anymore |