| She’s a fairy with broken wings
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| I used to watch her perform
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| And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
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| That had me going right back
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| Couldn’t find anyone in town to talk
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| Bout how no one like that
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| Should be confined to the ground we walk
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| She glides but just seems like she floats
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| And these folks decide to crush her wings until they’re permanently broke
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| She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
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| She cries but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope
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| On the eastside hustling, discussing things that we quote
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| In shallow conversation as if we have deep throats
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| We chokin' on confusion
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| Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats
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| Trading in our cheap jokes for her c notes
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| I see notes being passed
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| I ask to see what these creeps wrote
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| Define silly kids and flying privileges revoked
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| Ski slopes have been blocked off they can’t transit
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| Had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely can’t skip
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| Town, shes held down by the transcripts my hands grip
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| Tried to tie her wings back on before they’re once again clipped
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| Panic stricken, she’ll remain stuck
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| On a Titantic sinkin', shes trying to stay up
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| Change her plan thinkin' it’s OK
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| See this is strange but
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| Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up
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| I’d like to see
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| Her take flight into the stars
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| Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars
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| Instead of letting fly free they keep 'em in jars
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| I put my hand to the glass so hard
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| It might break the prison bars
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| It isn’t hard to see why they keep her captive
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| She’s naturally attractive
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| Speaks with adlibs, shes uncommonly talented
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| Ain’t enough adjectives to do her disposition justice
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| Kids are wishin' for just a kiss and it’s a mission to touch her lipstick
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| Can’t trust her with
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| Freedom of movement that’s a chance to loose her quick
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| If she ups and splits
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| We might as well call that discussion quits
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| If we’s to keep her down the government’s underlings
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| Enslave people in this town especially if their culture’s rich
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| Exploiting talents making it do a bunch of tricks
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| With the rest of the wingless imports
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| Repeatedly told you ain’t a fairy just a bitch
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| Just a bitch, with a butt that’s thick
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| So rub your tits, and thrust your hips
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| And suck my dick, and run your shit, and run your shit, and run your shit
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| Shes a fairy with broken wings
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| I used to go watch her perform
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| And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
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| That had me going right back
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| Couldn’t find anyone in town to talk
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| Bout how no one like that
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| Should be confined to the ground
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| (Verse Two)
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| When I was down in New York she’d send me letters
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| And I read her passages about how I left her to the savages
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| No matter how sad it is I didn’t cry
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| Cause it was only a matter of time
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| Before they figured me out and tried to strip my pride
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| I knew the scoop
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| Wish you could’ve seen the blueprints in my eye
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| When I flew the coop
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| Utilizing overground railroads in the sky
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| It was live or die let me let you in on the secret of mine
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| Me and you are different girl
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| We don’t even need wings to fly
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| We don’t need wings to fly
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| Me and you… we don’t need wings to fly
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| Keep on singing, give it a try, give it a try
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| Just keep on singing, give it a try, give it a try (5x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Wings , by - Sage Francis. Song from the album Road Tested: Live 2003-2005, in the genre Альтернатива