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In come the vultures through dusty air |
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to take you down and tear the ribbons from your hair |
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In come the songbirds with bitter melodies |
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to sever all your heartstrings as they light upon the trees |
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This place can sometimes be so ugly |
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This place can sometimes be so strange |
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In come the blackbirds in murders and in droves |
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to cover you in shadow as they clean you to the bone |
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And here I come, a firebird |
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Don't offer up your sorrow |
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Today you see me crash and burn but I'll be back tomorrow |
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This place can sometimes be so perfect |
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This place can sometimes be your cage |
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This place can sometimes be so beautiful |
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This place will always be so strange |
