| Cutting off the light
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| Like I would an engine
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| Walking through the night like I’ve gone missing
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| Missing from the place I live
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| Missing from my brain I guess
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| Looking for some good in another’s hand
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| Looking for a life I could understand
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| There’s violence in the ways I left
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| Violence in the way again
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| Even then, you come in nightly
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| Even in a dream I’d spun
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| Even in the summer sun
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| I could not run
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| Glistening or faded
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| I’m sitting where it all began
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| I gave up on a promised land
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| But you were my friend
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| Aging, now I feel it
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| It’s always slipping through my hands
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| It wasn’t what I thought back then
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| When beautiful birds were flying
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| Beautiful birds were flying
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| Circles in the sky, I’m finding
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| My way with them
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| Looking at the sky for an opening
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| Looking for some life on an empty screen
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| There’s violence in the ways I live
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| Violence on my mind, trace it
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| So I’m turning on the light when I let you in
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| I open up my mind with a new question
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| Now how could you possibly be?
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| Now what could you possibly need?
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| Nothing, now I face it
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| There’s nothing on the other side
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| I want to live inside your life
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| With violence on my only mind
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| When beautiful birds were flying
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| Beautiful birds were flying
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| Circles in the sky, I’m finding
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| My way with them |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beautiful Birds Flying , by - Valley Maker. Song from the album Rhododendron, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня