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• Artiste: Melissa Mcclelland
• Titre: Little Birds
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Morning came with such a jolt That I forgot my soul at home This pick-me-up, stale coffee cup Is filling up my insides, though And here I sit on subway stains With blue pin stripe corporate charades Outside I'm sure it's magical But today I've got to get paid Little birds over the South Pacific sea Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams Shattered images of who I'll never be What is summer without sunshine? Who likes dancing on a straight line? When all these colours fade into mine Tell me, am I black and blue? It's comforting to know the day begins And it will surely end Tucked between these filthy sheets Where nightmares start Where sweet dreams end Caught in a kaleidoscope Of timely orchestrated screams Filling space with barren thoughts Motionless antipathy Little birds over the South Pacific sea Falling from the sky in perfect symmetry Well, there goes each and every one of my dreams Shattered images of who I'll never be It's like fucking without kissing Or never knowing what you're missing And you're finally confessing That you'll never stand a chance Seeing Venice through a TV Or thinking beautiful means pretty When all these colours blend completely Tell me, can you even see me?