Everybody's looking for who they are
Those who know don't have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don't know too well
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Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That's the burden of the angel/beast
Birds of paradise - birds of prey
Here tomorrow, gone today
Cross my forehead, cross my palm
Don't cross me or I'll do you harm
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We go crying, we come laughing
Never understand the time we're passing
Kill for money, die for love
Whatever was God thinking of?
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