Ain't it just like dyin'
'Cept you can still feel the same
All hands on deck now
The sea is gettin' rough again
You see him out your window
Even when you close the blinds
And all you ever wanted
Was someone to treat you nice and kind
Take a step before runnin'
Take a breath now before you dive
When you work the streets, darlin'
Make sure your sneaker laces, they get tied
I'll be your black bird, darlin'
Hangin' on your telephone wire
Flap my wings on it
And set your heart afire
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