This one is a bright old man
This won't even hold my hand
One now made of lies
And this one isn't far behind
This won't even hold my hand
One now made of lies
And this one isn't far behind
Why do birds fly?
When will I die?
This one came into the light
This one isn't cold tonight
Lift me up on bible stairs
And I won't even shut your eyes
Why do birds fly?
When will I die?
I guess I'm fine
This one is mine
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