I try to sleep outside of myself

Absorb some of the shock

All l the world is unwinding

Like some heartless old clock

Look to the sky for judgment

And all you get is rain

Searching every eye for prophecy

And all I see is pain

They say the forests full of rain

Will never come again

Businessmen want a road

Through another big place



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Poor bruised world

Poor bruised world

Poor bruised world

Poor bruised world

Poor bruised you

Poor bruised me

Poor bruised world



I saw a picture of a pretty bird

In a nature magazine

Said these birds, now they're all gone

Well that's really obscene

Ah, the pictures never taken

Of a future we never had

I should've taken that one of you

(That day in the park) and now I feel bad

Lately I feel something dark

Turning in this century

A little something more

Than my own pop history



CHORUS



"Birds, please"

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