In still water crocodile lies Until something inside will rise A thought quietly coming up ItÂŽs not sorryâ toâ interrupt
Songbird driving himselfâ insane Forgot why he even came thisâ way His new feathers are made of gold Will shine on You know he wonÂŽt get old
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EveryoneÂŽs got opinions âbout it âSoon youÂŽll like the soundâ Tired of hearing them talk around it But soon youÂŽll like the sound Yeah soon youÂŽll like the sound
Maybe something to ease the pain Maybe already in your veins Your now golden scales blind the eye One more songbird rises to the sky
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EveryoneÂŽs got opinions âbout it Tired of hearing them talk around it âSoon youÂŽll like the soundâ