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It makes sense that it should happen this way
That the sky should break, and the earth should shake
As if to say: Sure it all matters but in such an
unimportant way
As if to say:

Fly away, sweet bird of prey
Fly fly away
Nothing can stand in your way
Sweet bird, if you knew the words
I know you d say: fly, fly away

It makes sense that it should hurt in this way
That my heart should break, and my hands should shake
As if to say: Sure it don t matter except in the most
important way
As if to say:

Fly away, sweet bird of prey
Fly fly away
I won t stand in your way
Sweet bird, if you knew the words
I know that you d say: fly, fly away

It makes sense that it should feel just this way
That you slowly fade and yet still remain
As if to say: Everything matter in such an invisible way
As if to say: It s O.K.
Fly...away

(Spoken words at the end)

Goodbye, Bye, Goodbye
I m back
Am I gonna get sued for saying that?
Call Me later
See ya, I love you, bye
I m gone
Okay

Just a few seconds away (Away)
From everyone, from everything
Just a few seconds away (Away)
A second of your time and an inch of my own space

Silence, quiet, need a little peace of mind
After all this, after all that you do
Shut it up, zip it,...

I’m falling, I’m falling I’m falling tight,
I’m a dreamy, dreamy kite,
My parachute has hit the ground and I am left falling down,
So I look up at the sky, to try and see what I’ll leave behind,
But all I see is clouds of school,
And all I see is clouds of fools,

Please...

When i cannot feel the sparrow sing
And i cannot feel the melody
Theres a secret place
Thats full of grace
Theres a blessing in the storm
Help me sing it
Theres a blessing in the storm

When the sickness wont leave my body
And the pain just wont...

Pode deixar suas mentiras pra depois
Pode levar tudo que te pertence
Teu mau humor, tua insônia,teu jeito ciumento de ser

Mas deixe aqui na minha memória
Pelo menos uma boa historia pra contar
Não peço nada que nao esteja ao seu alcance

Monopoli

Ja, Vater, du bist noch vom ganz alten Schlag,
seit vierzig Jahren pünktlich – jeden Tag.
Du warst nie krank und bist noch drauf stolz.
Na und, was soll s?

Wann hast du jemals richtig Urlaub gemacht?
Dein ganzes Leben für n Betrieb mitgedacht.
Deinen Job macht jetzt ein Stück Silikon.
Wen juckt das schon?
Wen juckt das...