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Credit to Jamie Page and OK Glass Lyrics: So- fork! So unsure, before it's even heard Never confident in a single word This bird, expert in the absurd Number one in life that has been deferred It hurts this relentless introvert But inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind So I keep my time, so far out of line And when the day turns night, I can't help but Cry so loudly, I slant devoutly Tell me what about me is built so wrong? There's so much passion But more I'm lacking I wish that I could c-c-c-c-c-c-c-caw- But I falter on the forethought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Achromatic twisted aeronaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul) Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak) So put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop So, she.. So unsure, before it's even heard I can't toe the border with my eyes so blurred This bird, constantly overturned Ten-time unwitting champion of being spurned (So when you go, I won't cry) 'Cause even though it hurts, it's the thousandth time Don't stay, 'cause I don't even know what I'd do anyway I'm so damn selfish, I can't live like this So be my witness, I won't back down I'll play the hero, divide the zero So I wanna hear you s-say- something? And I falter as an afterthought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Apathetic aching argonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crashing with a loud sound (foul) Apoplectic and pathetic as can be (not me) I put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Can you tell me if you think that I should stop? Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop (Why did it sound like tha-?) Is it all for a show? In the golden hour you seem to know no fear Is it really true? That a bird like me could never think like you? Is it all in my head? Is my ignorance just manufactured dread? When I've naught but my pride Can you take a look and Say you like what I've got inside? So I falter on the second thought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off A counterfeited crooning cosmonaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, mired in the earthbound (foul) Bilious baby braying babble bent her beak (what a freak) I put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, tell me if you think that I should stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby- fork
