.There's a moment in the mornings when the birds refuse to sing
When the wind blows in it's cargo and the eyes begin to sting
And you can't see these Elysian Fields for the bodies on the ground
So you grope the dead for souvenirs that are lying all around
Lay your head down on my pill.
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