Gray day is always sad
You know I can not go
any straight line
It would be nice to stay
But this thousand sights
Make me your prey
I'm like a bird on the wire
Swing from side to side
I am the perfect liar
But I am always right
After midnight she's lost control
The worlds have aquired the new image
I think this is the fall
Now the bird locked in a cage
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