i dream of birds, birds without wings
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children who grew up to be dangerous things
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i was known as the postman, i worked through the night
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i made my deliveries sink out of sight
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we would wrap them, wrap them up
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anything to shut them up
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had to stitch them, stitch them up
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see how they fly
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see how they fly
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we'd hold them in the center 'till we were all done
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we'd turn up the music and have some fun
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you're on your way out, that's what they were told
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and we'd mock them and drug them, 'till our stupor took its hold
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we would wrap them, wrap them up
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anything to shut them up
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had to stitch them, stitch them up
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see how they fly
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see how they fly
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fly out low, some way offshore
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the sacking covers up their heads
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don't want to look into their eyes
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as i push them through the open door
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Nocturnals
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Peter Gabriel |