(One, two, three, four)
My voice, taken
My choice, not mine in the first place
My fears, unseen
My troubles, faking
But my days are full of material
But I can't write anything
I forgot how to sing
Just a bird with plucked wings
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
You know I don't want to be here
I know that you don't either
But we don't have a choice
Or kind of, on paper
But my days are full of other people
And it's becoming way too much
I forgot how to sing
Just a bird with plucked wings
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Take a bird out of the sky
And you wonder why
Take a bird out of the sky
And when she wants to fly
You wonder why
You wonder why
You wonder why
She wants to fly
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