You're just like time
Except you can feel the shame
All hands on deck, now
The sea is getting rough again
You see me out your window
Even when you close the blinds
And all you ever wanted
Was someone to treat you
Nice and kind
Take a step before running
Take a breath now before you die
When you work the streets, darlin'
Make sure
Your sneaker laces they get tied
I'll be your black bird darlin'
Hanging on your telephone wire
Flap my wings, oh yeah
And set your heart to fly.
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