| Well I’ve been down this road and it’s a hell of a show don’t you know
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| And I can’t hear the words but I know they’ve been heard my little bird
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| I’m tired of the way you this over me
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| But I’ll tell you right now when I’m drunk and I’m proud
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| And you’ll hear me now
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| Secrets out you’re, my little birdy
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| I’ve played the fool for, the last time baby
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| When the time had arrived for you to open your eyes they’re still closed
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| Must be making you tired when you believe in the lie that you chose
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| You can’t pull the strings, and play the puppet no more
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| You’re a fly on the wall and your tales are tall
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| But I watch them fall now
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| Secrets out you’re, my little birdy
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| I’ve played the fool for, the last time baby
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| Sparking the flames of scorn
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| And then invite me to the party
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| From the day she was born
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| She speaks no words but says it loudly
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| Now the dust has settled
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| And the way is clear
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| Wings of whispers on the wind
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| They’re floating, through, the air
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| She plays the victim there’s a villain just behind the blue eyes
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| Clings to the ceiling like an angel cause the Devil’s gonna take her down
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| When she calls to me she calls out in the middle of the night
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| Oh she’s a sinner, to the morning light
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| My little birdy
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| My little birdy
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| My little birdy
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| My little bird
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| Secrets out you’re, my little birdy
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| I’ve played the fool for, the last time baby yeah |