Birds of prey
Low lighted night
Bunch of things in my head
Turn on the radio
Light up a cigarette
View your smile and
Hurts my heart
It hearts my heart
II
An old picture's standing on the wall
Forgoten. Dusty. It tells me something
Passion is blind and our eyes are fanciful
As I dragging my concsience
Approaching your lychgate
Rejected kiss
Unforgiven lady,
Would you change your mind if
The letter is signed by a Lord
Or slavery is ok with you?
III
That mole behind your cheeks
Seems to hide from the sun
Envy is sitting in the corner
Jealousy, jaundiced eyes looking sideways
Haunting fortunes
Of the luck and chance
Shooting at the moonlight
Laying on the ground, despising
Mockingbirds
At the end, the birds of prey
Never work in pairs
They do not care for the nest
You just fly high, alone, in a rush
Seeking for kisses and maybe a goodbye
Bunch of things in my head
Turn on the radio
Light up a cigarette
View your smile and
Hurts my heart
It hearts my heart
II
An old picture's standing on the wall
Forgoten. Dusty. It tells me something
Passion is blind and our eyes are fanciful
As I dragging my concsience
Approaching your lychgate
Rejected kiss
Unforgiven lady,
Would you change your mind if
The letter is signed by a Lord
Or slavery is ok with you?
III
That mole behind your cheeks
Seems to hide from the sun
Envy is sitting in the corner
Jealousy, jaundiced eyes looking sideways
Haunting fortunes
Of the luck and chance
Shooting at the moonlight
Laying on the ground, despising
Mockingbirds
At the end, the birds of prey
Never work in pairs
They do not care for the nest
You just fly high, alone, in a rush
Seeking for kisses and maybe a goodbye
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