“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
wish you’d let 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
walk along these hillsides in the summer ‘neath the sunshine
am feathered by the moonlight falling down on

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