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Birds
We are birds we
Ran from the water.
And birds we take off
Over the ocean.
We fly in flock sometimes,
Fly in a v.
But we can fly solo,
I can tell you no.
And a sea fly lands on the edge of your footprint,
I'm closer to things on the ground.
There were flowers like lace
All covering paths, like the ones leading up to your door.
They were always there blooming and spreading.
Well how come I have never seen them before?
They grow in a garden or a wild field.
They're bright and their yellow.
Oh, you know.
You sung through all of my sorrows,
The closest that I could have found.
Now I have floated down
From the top of my tears, and
I'm closer to things on the ground.
And most of this room is empty,
And the furniture that is left is rearranged.
'and I can't play you my old songs,' you said,
'my hand writing has changed.'
The sofas are worn in,
And the foot stools are gone.
The lights set the room a glow.
And taking someone for granted sometimes,
One voice in is more than a sound.
It's like hitting myself in the face.
Now I'm closer to things on the ground.
We are birds we
Ran from the water.
And birds we take off
Over the ocean.
And we fly.
We fly.
We fly.
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We fly.
We fly.
And we fly.
Over the ocean.
And birds we take off
Ran from the water.
We are birds we
Now I'm closer to things on the ground.
It's like hitting myself in the face.
One voice in is more than a sound.
And taking someone for granted sometimes,
The lights set the room a glow.
And the foot stools are gone.
The sofas are worn in,
'my hand writing has changed.'
'and I can't play you my old songs,' you said,
And the furniture that is left is rearranged.
And most of this room is empty,
I'm closer to things on the ground.
From the top of my tears, and
Now I have floated down
The closest that I could have found.
You sung through all of my sorrows,
Oh, you know.
They're bright and their yellow.
They grow in a garden or a wild field.
Well how come I have never seen them before?
They were always there blooming and spreading.
All covering paths, like the ones leading up to your door.
There were flowers like lace
I'm closer to things on the ground.
And a sea fly lands on the edge of your footprint,
I can tell you no.
But we can fly solo,
Fly in a v.
We fly in flock sometimes,
Over the ocean.
And birds we take off
Ran from the water.
We are birds we
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