Birds Fly
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Oh no, never
Did I think we'd grow old together?
I know how to choose words wisely
Seduce her slightly
I flew in from New York and the tumor grew slightly
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
I can say forever, even though it's not likely
Your hands in my sweater
And I'm holding on tightly
Last time I felt anything at all
I lost myself, perfect in my flaws
Walls move, birds fly
Everything feels perfect for the first time
Thought you've heard I'm; I'm never compatible with earth signs
I'm cool with whatever
Where it has to go
And baby I'll tell you whenever you're irrational
You look good in purple, pink, and black or gold
And you get anything you want to off that fact alone
Valley of the dead
See your shadow black and shallow
Where you battle in your head
If not for that I would be dead
I would be dreaming of Seattle
I was straddled to the bed, it's a nightmare
Leave and see if I care
I never knew
That when time interludes
It's a fine day to die, and the sky's baby blue
It's a lot said, a plot thickens
Knocked dead or death sentence
Walls move, birds fly
Everything feels perfect for the first time
Thought you've heard I'm; I'm never compatible with earth signs
I'm cool with whatever where it has to go
And baby I'll tell you whenever you're irrational
You look good in purple, pink, and black or gold
And you get anything you want to off that fact alone
Last time I felt anything at all
I lost myself, perfect in my flaws
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
Oh no, never
Did I think we'd grow old together?
I know how to choose words wisely
Seduce her slightly
I flew in from New York and the tumor grew slightly
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
I can say forever, even though it's not likely
Your hands in my sweater
And I'm holding on tightly
Last time I felt anything at all
I lost myself, perfect in my flaws
Walls move, birds fly
Everything feels perfect for the first time
Thought you've heard I'm; I'm never compatible with earth signs
I'm cool with whatever
Where it has to go
And baby I'll tell you whenever you're irrational
You look good in purple, pink, and black or gold
And you get anything you want to off that fact alone
Valley of the dead
See your shadow black and shallow
Where you battle in your head
If not for that I would be dead
I would be dreaming of Seattle
I was straddled to the bed, it's a nightmare
Leave and see if I care
I never knew
That when time interludes
It's a fine day to die, and the sky's baby blue
It's a lot said, a plot thickens
Knocked dead or death sentence
Walls move, birds fly
Everything feels perfect for the first time
Thought you've heard I'm; I'm never compatible with earth signs
I'm cool with whatever where it has to go
And baby I'll tell you whenever you're irrational
You look good in purple, pink, and black or gold
And you get anything you want to off that fact alone
Last time I felt anything at all
I lost myself, perfect in my flaws
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no
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