Words make a stain
On the window pane
Talk to my pain
Till it's over
No one to blame
You've got no one you know
Orchestra plays
For no one

You know an old bird is never caught with chaff
You make no sense and make old bones
We are not birds in the hand we are the birds in the bush
You used to kill two birds with one stone

Do you feel safe
Without yourself

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