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the bird song
04:06
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slide inside a dirty mind
hide behind the window blinds
or in the fog that fills the street
with flashing pictures on repeat
the wrinkled shirt you gave to her
walks through the woods attracts a burr
you saw a fish swim down a pit
it looks like you are going through with it
and you were there to see them stare
with eyes open wide out to the sky
you watched them fall from cliffs so tall
with arms open wide like bird in the sky
this morning was a stranded kite
it kept on flying through the night
a new-found place was in its reach
but now it's stranded on an empty beach
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Wings
04:03
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he's dying to meet you
opens up his arms to greet you
erase the hands that hold the stars up
discover where the claws attack us
you fled the nest just like the rest
the helicopters fly
and burn black holes in the sky
but underneath their wings
you don't feel anything
a happy home inside an eggshell
ripples turn to tide as they swell
a gentle shove away from your mother
as you escape inside another
you passed the test now rest your head
you found yourself up high
a way to pass the time
and up here on your wings
you don't feel anything
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Angel
03:33
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it's hard to be go lucky free
when you're here on the earth
grounded down from your birth
a lot of time will pass you by
or it jams with the traffic
or it snaps like elastic
cross my heart and i hope to die
why would i lie?
i found the mind you left behind
but it burned like the daylight
i closed my eyes it was too bright
it was obscene to be that clean
you were held by an angel
and so you were entangled
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Worm
04:51
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i walk around the city through my head
the panoramic images of my death
what kind of god would take me and turn me into dirt?
i'd wander the passages inside a worm
the cold settles in
under your shirt, under your skin
you're in its control
i grew up in the country where time would stretch out
like the fingers of a hand across the sky
and then that hand would crush me and leave me
underneath the rocks like a hostage upon the hillside
the cold settles in
under your shirt, under your skin
down in your soul
the cold crawls in slow
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