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letra de lost bird - austin cleary

[intro]
heel and toe, heel and toe, slide!
heel and toe, heel and toe, slide!

(chatter)

[verse 1]
i’m so far away from the last place i felt at home at
in my weaker moments close my eyes and pray to go back
to the rug in my room with the cartoon road map
when i thought adulthood was jazz music and slow dance
in primary school i had fishes on my book bag
i’m a lost bird searching for my nest and i know that
it’s predators and deadly weather centring on my locale
if i could just flap flap flap and never look back
it might not hurt so much
it might not erk so much
the days are blurring up
but if i keep turning up
i could earn enough to serve the man
serve a diffеrent plan
generation-

maybе life’s like the movies, these scenes are the bloopers
maybe it’s all practice and i’ll get it right in the future
maybe i’m andy defrane and right now is the sewer
maybe i’ve just gotta take the light with this mile of manoure
maybe it’s all in my head
maybe i’m holding my breath
maybe hope will take me all the way to the balcony on that night in 2029 when ambulances answer calls of distress
[hook]

[verse 2]
you lose a sense of who you are when you’re so defeated
easier to live outside yourself than to beat it
i was handed medication got convinced they’d treat it
what are these? i dunno go ahead and eat it
life became grey at night i’d dream of crying
so far away from childhood dreams of flying
i don’t know what this is, i just know something’s gotta give
gotta new way to live
you ever flip a coin not so it decides, but for that second in the air you realise how you want it to land?
that’s how i treated this thing i don’t expect you to understand
i had to get myself lost just to find out who i am

so i moved cities, no one with me
melbourne to sydney, that’s nine hours
nine hours to myself to figure out this feeling in me
i told my family that i’m moving but they don’t know why
i told my friends i’m moving but they don’t know why
the truth is that i’m moving and i don’t know why
i just know when i’m gone it’ll all make sense

[hook]

[outro]
so tell me boys, what do you wanna be when you grow up?

- austin cleary

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