Letras:
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: Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole They're making the killing at the top of the billings Their role, and that's all that they know

: Isolations, dotted lines Seas of concrete, wild eyes Streaking colors, blurred to one Always moving, blinding sun Blinding sun Coldest comfort, safety

: open plaine. Oh no she can't explain. I cry out love keep your arms around me. I am the bird that's in need of grounding. I'm built to fly away, I

: Bored of old television, shrouded in snow In a raggedy van on the side of the road The night it had frozen through my little bones So you took me in

: This fire grows higher, this fire grows higher This fire grows higher, this fire grows higher When there's a burning in your heart An endless yearning

: Oh my talking bird Though you know so few words You're on infinite repeat And you're brain can't keep up with your beak And you're kept in an open

: Will I have learned so very little When these bones are old and brittle? I wait to talk when I should listen And cloud mistakes with false revisions

: Cath... She stands with a well intentioned man. But she can't relax with his hands on the small of her back. As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile

: When I was young lying in the grass. I felt so safe in a warming bath of sunlight, of sunlight. Vast open sky could do no harm. I can embrace the weather