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If I Were a Bird
If I were a bird, I'd tear out my feathers.
With a fistful of feathers in my hand
I'd sing and scream like a wounded sparrow
And throw my feathers like a fistful of sand
Just to watch them so I can feel and know.
If you were a bird, what would you do?
Would you fly across the sky so cold and blue
Not knowing that there's no love to be found
And tumble down to the sea so deep and true
Or would you keep on flying around and around?
Oh it does not matter, it does not matter
Whether we fly or fall, if we live or die.
There will be another like us, always will be
And rest assured, we will be told another lie
Until we wake up and rise, until we want to see.
I see my feathers blowing in the autumn wind.
I do not care if they never grow back.
And you might ask me if I mean what I say.
What I do not know, what I lack,
What I once had, there will be another day.
