Birds In Row - Can't Love | Текст песни

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• Birds In Row
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I scribbled on a paper,
a face to give me company
I won't doubt

I put a weight on his shoulders,
writing the name of the city
he can't love

Being made of folded paper,

a good reason to believe
you can't live

Folded into a coward,
too afraid of breathing,
I won't leave,
I won't love,
I won't live,
I can't love

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