Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pidgeons

The should be symbol of every city
We all unanimously agree
It´s about time for you to not be free
You really need to watch where you´re going
Don´t let me repeat, watch where you´re going
You can hardly fly that high
And I can´t walk the speed of talk
You stain the concrete
You crowd the already crowds
The worst part is that I find myself mistaking you
for the last bit of nature we´ve got left
And it´s hopelessly just us
Alone with each other
Breathing our own air
eating our own fare
never watching where

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