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Running from shelter |
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You're my bohemian bird |
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The winter has melted |
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And summer won't be left unheard |
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We've been lost before |
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We'll be lost forever |
| [00:54.02] |
And they can keep asking |
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And we'll tell them we're displaced together |
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Raindrops like roadblocks |
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We're the indigenous ones |
| [01:23.58] |
We scraped out the bottom |
| [01:25.80] |
And we drift in the morning sun |
| [01:33.15] |
We can live our lives |
| [01:35.72] |
Like the colors in our feathers |
| [01:43.40] |
They can keep asking |
| [01:45.33] |
We'll tell them we're displaced together |
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| [01:53.36] |
And nothing is broken and nothing is lost |
| [01:57.65] |
We'll hear the unspoken, the bridges we cross |
| [02:02.95] |
And I'll remain fearless at trails that don't last |
| [02:08.07] |
The trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay |
| [02:12.91] |
And nothing is broken and nothing is lost |
| [02:17.67] |
We'll hear the unspoken, the bridges we cross |
| [02:22.73] |
And I'll remain fearless at trails that don't last |
| [02:27.83] |
The trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay |
