No Bird Sing - Guns For Planes lyrics

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No Bird Sing - Guns For Planes lyrics

Chorus: When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun So I never had to settle on a target Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun And write a letter to the genie in my pocket That said I wish I had 99 lives Or at least a little more time with this one I want permission to feel okay With the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter Verse: Lock up the wild thoughts and tie ‘em up in a cell Tell me it's just as well I should leave ‘em alone/ If I gave ‘em a home or even a spare measure of space/ They might take to the message's drone that it's fine now/ May even like it better this way ‘ with the light's out I can see the hand on their faces Saying I wish I knew the settler's name/ When I sent my only blanket to his grave as a statement Got sick with the allegory Built this mosh pit with a slick twist on a sad story Bad for me to think right?/ Best if I se-date While I'm asleep You slip the poison on my plate I don't wanna eat this And I don't like you So leave me alone Sometimes I think I could bite you You seem to know me Or at least what my name is But I don't even have a name for you Chorus: When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun So I never had to settle on a target Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun And write a letter to the genie in my pocket That said I wish I had 99 lives Or at least a little more time with this one I want permission to feel okay With the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter Verse: I spend my days looking for paper planes folded in gla** bottles I'll die a hypocrite if I don't let one fly tomorrow Been infinite for a minute now I don't have to fake it Found escape in all the right places Man you are sacred Tombstone epitaph running fast in and outta Babylon/ Woman you are kin to god ‘ Both of us are Indigo/ Never listen otherwise ‘ We're the ones that see the fingerprints on a silver sky/ Oh I hope you know what you are doing to me Chewing the ropes ‘ I'm starting to see some beautiful things Tap your feet two times for no/ Or one times for leave me alone inside of this blindfold When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun

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