Birds fall from the ledge above mine Then flap their wings at the last second
You see birds fall the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the second I can see their dead weight just like stones Or small loaves of past my window all the time
But unless I get up across the room and peer down below I don't see last second curves toward a horizontal flight All these birds falling from the ledge like stones
Now due to a in my mind That makes their and their flight Symbolic of my existence
It important for me to get up and see last second curves toward flight It's almost as if my life will fall I see their ascent
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Birds fall the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the second I said fall from the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the second
But unless I get up walk across the and peer down below I see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight All these birds just falling from the like stones
Now due to a construct in my That their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire
It becomes for me to get up and see Their second curves toward flight It's almost my life will fall My life will fall unless I see their Oh yeah, oh yeah, all
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Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm swatches out of all material Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon Cuts swatches out of all
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon swatches out of all material Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm Cuts out of all material