Have you ever heard the sons of flightless birds
Coming through your window?
"Please, I need my sleep. I'll see you in a week"
She's calling from her window
Have you ever heard?
The songs of flightless birds
Someone oughta write a book about us or they'll forget our story
A grainy picture on the jacket that you'll wear with all your glory
This faint, peculiar song she aches to sing alone
While falling from her window
But she never learned the words of the caged and flighless bird
To save her from her window
She had her doubts insidde the lion's mouth
And I, needless to say, I need less to say
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