| Waiting outside the club in a parking lot
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| I watched some bird fly up and land on the rooftop
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| Then up again into the sky, in and out of sight
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| Flying down again to land on the pavement
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| It felt intimate to watch it
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| Its small chest rising and falling
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| As it sang the same song
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| Over and over and over and over again
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| Over the traffic and the noise
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| Is it alright if I don’t wanna sing tonight?
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| I know you are tired of seeing tears in my eyes
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| But are there not good reasons to cry?
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| I swear I’m alright
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| Maybe you could just let it slide?
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| I confess I don’t wanna undress this feeling
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| I am not poet enough to address this peeling
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| Was I not yet naked enough?
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| Too quick to blush
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| Already I am too much
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| Is it alright if I don’t wanna sing tonight?
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| I know you are tired of seeing tears in my eyes
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| But everywhere we go there is an outside
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| Over all of these ceilings hangs a sky
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| And it kills me when I
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| You know it just kills me when I
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| You know it just kills me when I
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| See some bird fly
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| It just kills me and I
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| Don’t know why |