Confusion under a red sky
There are pigeons on the alley
But they can never fly
Their wings are still there
But their heads are gone
The dogs surround me
As I walk through the dead birds.
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Confusion under a red sky
There are pigeons on the alley
But they can never fly
Their wings are still there
But their heads are gone
The dogs surround me
As I walk through the dead birds.
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