The Birds Of St Marks taby ukulele według Jackson Browne

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Oh how sad they sound the songs

The queen must sing of dying
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A prisoner upon her throne
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Of meloncoly sighing
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If she could see her mirror now
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She would be free of those who bow
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And scrape the ground benneth her feet
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Silently she walks among her

Dying midnight roses
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Watches as each moment goes
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That never really know us
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And if it seems
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She doesn't care
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If she has dreams of no one there
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Within the shadows of her room
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But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
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Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her
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Castle walls, and I'm weary of the nights I've seen
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Inside these empty halls


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Wooden lady turn and turn

Among my weary secrets
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And way within the hours past and other empty pockets
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Maybe we've found what we have lost
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When we've unwound so many crossed
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Intangling misunderstanding
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But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
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Call back all the birds I've sent to fly behind her
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Castle walls, and I'm weary of the nights I've seen
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Inside these empty walls