| Little flightless metal birds
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| High above in limbless tree
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| Echoes from their tiny box
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| Ring out into the atmosphere
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| Creating beauty inadvertently
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| It was a technological feat
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| This little bird
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| Wading through the market’s waste
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| We locked eyes felt our loneliness abate
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| True desire showed its face, but only momentarily
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| Grey cascades in foreign waves
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| Wash the day away
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| I bought you flowers from the dying woods of Brazil
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| This little bird
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| While the kids burned down the greenhouse pushed the charred frame into the
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| landfill
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| Put his beak to the word
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| We bought new bodies we bought diamond encrusted guns
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| So who the hell are you?
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| Making out so high in the backseat of a car-bomb under carcinogenic sun
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| Grey cascades in foreign waves
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| Wash the day away
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| Grey cascades in foreign waves
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| We did believe in magic we did believe
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| We let our souls act as canaries
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| Our hearts gilded cages be
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| Watched a million dimming lanterns float out to sea
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| Lay your malady at the mouth of the death machine
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| Aeroplane odabo
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| Ba mi ki won lo odabo
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| Eko meji, o yo mi
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| O yo mi
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| Grey cascades in foreign waves
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| Wash the day away
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| Grey cascades in foreign waves |