The Bianca Story - Bird Rocket | Текст песни

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• The Bianca Story
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Hiding in streetlights
Here I feel secure
Envy all others 2.5 and more
Waiting on the corner
Strangers passing by
Looking for nobody
To blame them when they cry

And they pay me to come
And they pay me to drink
Where is all that change?

I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die, baby baby die, baby baby die baby die, baby baby die
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die, baby baby die, baby baby die baby die, baby baby die

My only mother
Never felt so poor
My tender father
Threw me out the door

And it pays to be dumb
And it pays me to drink
Where is all that change?

I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die, baby baby die, baby baby die baby die, baby baby die

I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die, baby baby die, baby baby die baby die, baby baby die

I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird, don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die, do believe it
I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird, don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die, better believe it

Got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die, baby baby die, baby baby die baby die, baby baby die...

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