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In the belly of a bird, I travelled across the sea
Nothing sounded more peaceful,
Than the white noise of saltwater
To every bird his song
To every man his wrong
I made you a promise, I would come back
A hypocrite holds her words
As wrong as I was, and as good as you were
It's still not enough
To every bird his song
To every man his wrong
Choke on words
