| I dream of birds, birds without wings
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| Children who grew up to be dangerous things
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| I was known as the postman, I worked through the night
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| I made my deliveries sink out of sight
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| We would wrap them, wrap them up
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| Anything to shut them up
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| Had to stitch them, stitch them up
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| See how they fly
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| See how they fly
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| We’d hold them in the center 'till we were all done
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| We’d turn up the music and have some fun
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| You’re on your way out, that’s what they were told
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| And we’d mock them and drug them, 'till our stupor took its hold
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| We would wrap them, wrap them up
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| Anything to shut them up
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| Had to stitch them, stitch them up
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| See how they fly
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| See how they fly
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| Fly out low, some way offshore
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| The sacking covers up their heads
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| Don’t want to look into their eyes
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| As I push them through the open door |