 with beady black eyes, the bluebird
has died
it's feathers have dried, it couldn't
survive
from the winter's grasp, nothing
ever lasts
but you and i know, the seasons are
slow
the rivers they froze, the wind
always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's
out of steam
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres
pitchfork in my foot, i tried the best i
could
dragging all this wood, with a rusty
old fishhook
to feed the fire and make our blood
flow higher
but i'm a stubborn man, the sun
needs my command
i'm gonna make a stand, condemnd
this twisted land
i'm sure you'd agree, but i can't
leave you see
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from
here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal
spheres
but you and i know, the seasons are
slow
the rivers they froze, the wind
always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's
out of steam
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