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Plucked

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Plucked Lyrics by Destroy Boys

One, two, three, four

My voice, taken
My choice, not mine in the first place
My fears, unseen
My troubles, faking

But my days are full of material
But I can’t write anything
I forgot how to sing
Just a bird with plucked wings

You know
I don’t wanna be here
I know
That you don’t either
But we don’t have a choice
Or kind of on paper

But my days are full of other people
And it’s becoming way too much
I forgot how to sing
Just a bird with plucked wings

Take a bird out of the sky
And you wonder why

Take a bird out of the sky
And when she wants to fly
You wonder why
You wonder why
You wonder why
She wants to fly

But my days are full of material
But I can’t write anything
I forgot how to sing
Just a bird with plucked wings