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WHERE BIRDS DON’T FLY

Get off the corner the blue fuzz cry

The street is a place where the birds won’t fly

They don’t know if you’re real or not

They might not even try

‘Cos one more ‘could be’ off the streets

It gives them peace of mind

 

They have to put a front on they can’t back down

‘cos people need to see, who runs this town

Its like living in a crime scene that should have been and gone

But it hangs on their shoulders for so so long

 

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

 

Do they know right and wrong?

How long will it last?

A future lost forever now, they’re stuck out in the past

What will become of them stuck beneath the grime?

Caught up in the madness, hangin’ on the line

Business as usual, the birds won’t fly

People need to speak out, someone needs to try

If you could turn it all around, if you could make them fly

Soaring up above the clouds, high, high, high.

 

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly

This is the place where the birds won’t fly.

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