Here come the darkest birds
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To burst the bubble
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End of a perfect day
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Head full of trouble
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Here come the darkest birds
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All tar and feathers
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Why did none of them dream of trying
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To make things better?
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Those are the mimicking kind
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They are, they are
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I number myself among them
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The furthest star
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And this is the road I walked on
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When I shot you down
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All words of forgiveness useless
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They won¡¯t help me now
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And I should¡¯ve been there for you
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When you called my name
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I promise to tread more lightly
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Though what¡¯s gone is gone
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It¡¯s such a shame
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Here come the darkest birds
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They¡¯ve got their reasons
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All their pretty colours are gone
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Washed out of season
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Those are the soaring kind
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They are, they are
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I number yourself among them
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The brightest star
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And this is the road I walked on
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When I shot you down
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All words of forgiveness useless
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They won¡¯t serve me now
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And I should¡¯ve been there for you
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When you called my name
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I promise to tread more lightly
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Though what¡¯s done is done
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It¡¯s such a shame
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Darkest Birds
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David Sylvian |