Jackson Browne – The Birds Of St Marks (Guitar)

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Oh how sad they sound the songs the queen must sing of dying

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A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing

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If she could see her mirror now

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She would be free of those who bow and

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Scrape the ground beneath her feet

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Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses

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Watches as each moment goes that never really know us

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And so it seems she doesn't care

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If she has dreams of no one there

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Within the shadows of her room

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But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to

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Call back, all the birds i sent to

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Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

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Weary of the nights I've seen

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Inside these empty halls

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Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets

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And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets

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Maybe we've found what we have lost

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When we've unwound so many crossed entangling

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Misunderstandings; but

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But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to

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Call back, all the birds I sent to

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Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

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Weary of the nights i've seen

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Inside these empty halls