| I’m sitting in a rather small room
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| My walls have nothing to say
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| I memorize every hole
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| Squinting eyes all day
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| Fold me up and bring me home
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| With the night I cannot stay!
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| Violence surrounds my house
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| I’m a loco loser
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| Springing the noose, stay rather far
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| I rest from the fact
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| The birds cover trees on my side
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| Violence surrounds my house
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| So I sit on the side
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| These birds are mine, together
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| The friends of your blood
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| I smile, then divide
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| The birds all take mine
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| Fold me up and bring me home
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| No I will not stay
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| These birds surround my house
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| I cannot stay
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| I’m sitting in a rather small room
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| My walls have nothing to say
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| I memorize every hole
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| Squinting eyes all day
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| Resting from the fact the birds
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| The birds cover the trees, my side
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| Violence surrounds my house
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| So I sit on the side
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| These birds
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| My mind
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| Together
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| They fly
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| On the side I hide my eyes
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| Stole my mind
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| I feel my flight
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| The milkman passes through today, on his way
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| He’s bringing home the noose of mine
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| The birds are his tree
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| I’m sitting in a rather small room
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| My eyes of nothing left to say
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| I can remember a time I was
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| As pretty as the day! |