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dead little bird
My head is wrecked with all this lying, This endless trying to be something Maybe I should just never be. Well, It's making me a loser, It's making me a loser, Now I don't care whatever happens to me. Dead little bird, Don't sing songs for noone no more. Dead little bird, I don't care.  My back is broke with all this flying, This endless crying from the treetops, To a world that thinks if I'm high, I'm free. Well, it's making me a loser, It's making me a loser, Now I don't care whatever happens to me. Dead little bird, Don't sing songs for noone no more. Dead little bird, I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.  I'm a loser, I'm a loser, And I don't care. I'm a loser.  Dead little bird, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I'm a loser. I'm a loser. And I don't care.