Stuart Warwick - Birds That Don't Fly lyrics

I went to hunt Bloody these claws The training I could be A bird of pray I hide the tail Set shade no more I cut the thrills for A taste of war I cut the thrills for A taste of war And I'll emerge A different bird I'll become Something strong What once was legs It'll be palms sponsored links Yes this is where I truly belong Spray over my gold and my turcoise sheet Or you can cover me, cover me In army grave Just arm this bird to the peak It's gotta be a last ammends For me And I'll emerge A different bird I'll become Something strong Conceil the girl Under all my plain Yes this is who I want to become No worries What I have become No worries What I have become No worries What I have become No worries What I have become No worries What I have become No worries What I have become I'm gonna be an eagle Not a flamingo , flamingo I'm gonna be an eagle Not a flamingo , flamingo I'm gonna be an eagle Not a flamingo , flamingo I'm gonna be an eagle Not a flamingo , flamingo