Thom Pace - Nightbird
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don't flash me with your expectations don't try to call another shot cause I don't care no more I'm moving down the road I'm driving off to see the sun I got to find another morning too many days are left undone You don't seem to care the evening's in your eyes It's just a nightbird flying high pretty nightbird in the skies One of these days you fly fly too high ohh what do you do with all the time your cards are always stacked against me for once I think I'm feeling fine Light has reached my eyes the darkness fell behind You're just a nightbird flying high pretty nightbird in the sky one of these days you fly too high Pretty nightbird pretty nightbird yeah pretty nightbird yeah pretty nightbird |