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Flying
Razor blades and floating dust
Powdered noses, bleeding veins
Cupped hands, filled with lust
It's coursing through me
It's taking over
This little white pill
My four leaf clover
"You'll be fine."
The words a lie
You don't know the half of it
But if I die, if I die
Tonight, will you hear me
When I say
"Told you so?"
On my last day
"We found traces of..."
[/font]Don't say a word
Don't tell them why
I just wanted to be a bird
Powdered noses, bleeding veins
Cupped hands, filled with lust
It's coursing through me
It's taking over
This little white pill
My four leaf clover
"You'll be fine."
The words a lie
You don't know the half of it
But if I die, if I die
Tonight, will you hear me
When I say
"Told you so?"
On my last day
"We found traces of..."
[/font]Don't say a word
Don't tell them why
I just wanted to be a bird
Published 30th Mar 2011
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