City bird, city bird
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Fly away from my window, from my window
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'Cause you don't sing
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Like the birds from home sing
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Your song is dying
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I set the table
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For the ghosts in my home, my home
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And pour the wine, and raise a glass
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For the guests in my home
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They're entering
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In their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
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The vision scares, but none compares
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To the dread of drinking alone
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After the tower's turned to a tomb
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The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
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They could never go in
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So I let them in, oh...
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City bird, city bird
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Fly away from my window, from my window
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'Cause you don't sing
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Like the birds from home sing
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Your song is dying
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I light the candle
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For the ghosts in my home, my home
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And say a prayer to please send care
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For the guests in my home
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But in their sleep
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They claw and scream the devil home (The devil's come
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Home)
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But that nightmare
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Does not compare to the demons in sleeping alone
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After the tower is turned to a tomb
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The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
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And with nowhere to go
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They wash up on Skid Row, oh...
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City bird, city bird
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Fly away from my window, from my window
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'Cause you don't sing
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Like the birds from home sing
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Your song is dying
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City Bird
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Jesca Hoop |