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 There's some things I don't have now

Some things I don't talk about

 These things are between myself and I

 In my thick skull the joker hides

There's consequences I'm scared to taste

Cold hard truths I can't face

These days are different than the past

Reflections change in the looking glass

 And everywhere I look there's something to learn

 A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn

 A hatful of quarters and a naked song

 Don't answer the question of where we belong

 How come birds

 Don't fall from the sky when they die?

 How come birds

 Always look for a quiet place to hide

 These words

 Can't explain what I feel inside?

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Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

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These independent moves I make

This confidence I try to fake

You can hear the beating of my heart

But not a feather falling in the dark

And everything I hear never makes any sense

Another old prophet perched on the fence

A cupful of pencils and a self help guru

Don't answer the question of what I am to you

Solo