“Murder of One” by Counting Crows

“Open up your eyes.
You can see the flames of your wasted life.
You should be ashamed.”

There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in

All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed

You don’t want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer ‘neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me

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