Motrawannasleep - Birds Undead | Текст песни

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The walls full of empty bones
And as the wind blows
The orchestra's lowder and lowder
People made of each other and tired of each other
Dressed like they never die
And I wish I could tell them some wonderful stories
But they never speak to strangers
And actually I have no good stories left
Today I'm a common observer
Sitting on a bench
I hear the song of the birds undead
Flying above my head
Sitting on a bench
I hear the song of the birds undead
Flying above my head

Sitting in a cage
I hear the song of the birds undead
Flying above my head

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