| Breathe a sigh of relief
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| We’re not all hiding under the sheets
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| Mother’s son beautifully dressed
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| Walks the streets only in his vest
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| I’m here again nothing’s changed
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| I’m flying through on my drifting plane
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| And I grace the earth with my views
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| You don’t wanna hear well that’s up to you
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| Say what you want about me
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| Cause I don’t believe what I read, so I don’t mind
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| You see you have no clue of where I’m going to
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| White feathered medicine is what I crave
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| Then all is forgiven
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| With their fragile wings
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| And delicate cries they comfort me and my bleeding eyes
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| See beyond a weary face
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| You’re all the same when there’s a pretty little face
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| It says nothing to me about who I am
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| I’ve got nothing to burn only your sorry hands
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| Time to put a stop to it
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| I’ve had to put up with it
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| Now I’m sick and tired of it
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| So take your views to some other avenue
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| I don’t care, do as you please
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| Your crying face and begging on your knees
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| I know what to do so leave me be
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| I’ve got this feeling it could be the death of me
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| Circle round the view I’m in
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| I wait for days as my patience is wearing thin
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| As I wait for you, tirelessly
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| Nothing gained I just fall to sleep
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| So you’re writing a letter now
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| I’m taking a look
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| While you’re signing with kisses and talk of how much
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| You wanna to help me ride high right into the sky |