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Once upon a time a bat flew into a bird, they got stuck, now they are Bat-Bird. This song is loosely based on that fact.
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The pioneers have gone to sleep with roots grown around their feet. The war we're waging ended aimlessly. Our troubles never cease, will they leave. Widows call to husbands they can't reach so we parked our cars and walked the streets. The ground is covered with fallen leaves. My children's eyes weep but they do not speak.

Clap your hands make a show...

Go to sleep my child. Close your tired eyes, your sins in me can you confide. A feeble mind will be your prize. Innocence is lost on me.