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A Lot Like Birds "Truly Random Code"
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
A Lot Like Birds
A Lot Like Birds
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Robert Franzino
Michael Robert Franzino
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Michael Austin Littlefield
Michael Austin Littlefield
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Joseph Wesley Arrington
Joseph Wesley Arrington
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Kurt Travis
Kurt Travis
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Cory Brandon Lockwood
Cory Brandon Lockwood
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Ben Wiacek
Ben Wiacek
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
A Lot Like Birds
A Lot Like Birds
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Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
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Lyrics

True, you say you are I'll be honest when I say I'm not Use any excuse to get what I want I tell you what you wanna hear And hurting you is the only thing that I could do Yeah And I tried to make a motive with good intention Without attention So I'll have the best behavior I'm not a savior I have too many layers (And transpose) Sorry I missed your call, was it distress? If I reach past your smile, grab an SOS (The meaning) Do I shatter the illusion? Am I doing you a favor? Is there anything to salvage? (The meaning of all of this) Is there anything to savor? (And transpose) Or am I wasting time that I don't have? Convincing bystanders around us that it's not that bad? (The meaning) Well, it's pretty bad so head back home Flip through a book and pick a god to thank you're not alone Narcissus broke a mirror and put the shards into his arm Via hypodermic needle but it didn't do him harm A little self-reflection went a long, long way Now he's hiding in the cellar, scared to show the world his face Well, I've never learned a lesson that I didn't teach myself I may have lost my shot at heaven, but I bored myself with hell My thoughts on Mother Nature? Hurt her every chance you get I've really come to hate her, let's cross her off the list! Every skipped stone shears the river into liquid Shining slivers like the steady scalpel of a surgeon Selling virgin flesh to the highest bidder If only all the oracles of old could order us to open doors That we have closed or offer options over ones that we naively chose What we don't know, we don't know, we don't know! Stay calm! Stay silent! "Seek out the sewers," sang out the sirens! I am the cleaner, you're the mess Your little white flag is right by your side so just fly it I am the cleaner, you're the mess SOS!
Writer(s): Lockwood Cory Brandon, Franzino Michael Robert, Arrington Joseph Wesley, Littlefield Michael Austin, Travis Kurt, Wiacek Benjamin Jacob Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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