Paroles de Journey of the Featherless
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Got myself a mission
I'm going to find heaven
I made crepe paper wings
I think they'll carry me well
I left you a love poem
The best I have written
My favorite words
Were the ones I couldn't spell
They say I'm a lunatic
They say I'm a fool of it
I say that it's worth dreaming
Just for the dream of it
It's all about passion
It's all about preception
Don't call me on my cell phone
Cause there ain't no reception
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
I think I'm growing feathers
But I'm not sure of it
Because I started getting dizzy
About a hundred feet up
I made friends with the clouds
I made friends with the birds
If you as a goose a question
He never shuts up
Honestly I miss you
And I hope that you're missing me
Cause I could use your lips on me
And a little of drammamine
For the moment I could see
Way better than I've ever seen
Don't sell my stuff on ebay
Because I might be back
Before I'm gone
Before I'm gone
I'm not the kind of man
Who's into looking downwards
I've drank my share of pity
From the bartenders cup
There's so many people
Wondering what's the right direction
As far as I'm concerned
There's only one way up
And my fingers they are blisters
And my eyes they are bullet holes
My heart is still beating
Guess I'm pretty lucky
Pretty lucky
Pretty lucky
Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)
Pretty lucky
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