Birds of England

After dark and only then
 Does life resemble the face of an old friend
 Much can be said for a glass half full
 Held by a cowards grip
 I'll forever ramble
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 Singing syllables inside my head
 All the awful words that you deserve to hear
 But never will again
 Birds of England take me high
 Atop this burning tree line
 Sending signals up with smoke
 I'm never coming home
 Never coming home
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 After dark and only then
 Can our broken, battered spirits come to mend
 Birds of England take me high
 Atop this burning tree line
 Sending signals up with smoke
 I'm never coming home
 Never coming home
 ♪
 Singing syllables inside my head
 All the awful words that you deserve to hear
 But never will again
 Birds of England take me high
 Atop this burning tree line
 Sending signals up with smoke
 I'm never coming home
 Never coming home