shoot the birds out the sky
and watch 'em fall to our feet
why do you insist on shooting down
everyone that you meet
but these days i'm a fog
and you're a thunderstorm
riding on the same breeze
you and me, we are
i float through these days in a haze
as you hover ominously,
threatening to drown me in my valleys
and wash me out of my hills
instead i see this tragedy
as a way to become what we
were too scared to see
before
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