Have you ever heard the sons of flightless birds Coming through your window? Please, I need my sleep. Ill see you in a week Shes calling from her window Have you ever heard? The songs of flightless birds Someone oughta write a book about us or theyll forget our story A grainy picture on the jacket that youll wear with all your glory This faint, peculiar song she aches to sing alone While falling from her window But she never learned the words of the caged and flighless bird To save her from her window She had her doubts insidde the lions mouth And I, needless to say, I need less to say
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