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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:08.10]In my mind, not enough birds have died
[00:12.87]in the shadow of this once cast stone
[00:16.17]and i'm not well, but i am ill at ease
[00:19.98]with all the buttons still left to sew
[00:23.97]through needles eyes, see me sharper than i see myself..
[00:32.75]so you should stitch me in to stop me from bleeding
[00:40.17]and education can be fickle i think, sometimes the more you learn, the more you lose a sense of what you think you know
[00:52.20]about all the buttons still left to sew
[00:56.40]and i'm outside myself more and more these days
[01:05.04]so you should stitch my skin skin to stop me from bleeding all over this fresh sing and i...
[01:12.72]aknowledge all the corners, and all the freshly painted walls, that bear no former scars
[01:19.41]since they're patched up and over now
[01:23.10]but i was born of miners and im designed to chip away, tunnel in the dark..
[01:33.28]but why must it always come down to some unseen contender?
[01:38.26]i don't know
[01:40.66]when hatchlings all we are, just battling the whitewash
[01:44.62]birds above, sharks below..
[01:48.04]though i feel empathy towards the ones who threaten me
[01:51.40]i'd still leave them soft-shelled to the beaks of crows...
[01:58.66]but every now and then a tempest blows, and the veneer I keep comes unsewn, but will you ever read me well?
[02:09.25]I can only assume so.
[02:11.59]and i'm bouyant like a flotsam man, now relegated by the waves to land.
[02:18.49]they dry me like a brittle bone, paraded like a polished stone.
[02:36.10]and that's what you ought to know.
[03:06.85]i'd see them smashed on the reefs below.
