It's getting awfully tight
And I am tired of feeling this way
And if I feel, I feel, what should I feel
If birds don't fly straight
It's too bad I carry it with me
It is far too late to let it show
Hues of night light down in the soft light
And they call to me as they go asunder
Six thirty-eight is too far away
Last impressions stretched across a field
Blowing this way
And they'd tell me
Birds don't fly straight
So I will carry it with me
I will carry it with me
To think about it
Snow doesn't fall on the ocean
A suicidal man doesn't hesitate
Greater love has nothing to do with devotion
And birds...
Birds don't fly straight
And are you watching me from high above
Did you lock me away in your heart
And does that love struggle against you
Is it, is it fighting against you
And I am writing you a letter today
It'll never come, it'll never come
If I am tired of feeling this way
So I carry it with me
I will carry it with me
Carry it with me
If you think about it
Snow doesn't fall on the ocean
A suicidal man doesn't hesitate
Greater love has nothing to do with devotion
And birds...
Birds don't fly straight
Snow doesn't fall on the ocean
And a suicidal man doesn't, he doesn't hesitate
Greater love has nothing to do with devotion
And birds don't fly straight
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