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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed feathers and fear over a world in greed we watch with our hands soft and ready to kill for whatever we love or the secrets we seal collapsed in the same cull de sack of the mind thoughts linger alone in the land of the blind we never surrender when sick and in love become pure and tender in God’s hand a dove and good lies in bad when the worse fills our hope are you ready to die? are you ready to cope? without knowing how you can never succeed so release your birds so your clouds can bleed or as birds scratch the sky so the clouds can bleed feathers and fear over a world in greed we watch with our hands soft and ready to kill for whatever we love or the secrets we seal collapsed in the same cull de sack of the mind thoughts linger alone in the land of the blind we never surrender when sick or in love become pure and tender in God’s fist a dove and good lies in bad when the worse fills our hope are you ready to die? are you ready to cope? are you ready to give? are you ready to take? I’m checking my time and is almost too late so pardon my French when I turn 'round and say despair is for sissies 'I did it my way'
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