Lesson #55

Close your eyes, well this could be...
You said, "it's impossible, impossible to foresee"
If it's the end, count to 3

Hereby I release you from the guilt of leaving this little bird behind
I can't fly; Though my wings can compensate... they hesitate... they hesitate
Hereby I release you from the guilt of leaving this collared bird behind
I can't fly. I can't fly. I can't fly

Take what's left and count to 3
You said "it's impossible, impossible to believe"
Spare the knot tied to me

Take a right, my history
You said "it's impossible, impossible to believe"
It's the last service for you and me

Hereby I release you from the guilt of leaving this little bird behind
I can't fly; Though my wings can compensate... they hesitate... they hesitate
Hereby I release you from the guilt of leaving this checkered bird behind
I can't fly. I can't fly. I can't fly

Take a rest, well this could be
You said, "it's impossible, impossible to see"
Well, take a good look at me



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Writer(s): David Charles Brown, Jared James Morris
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