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Seems like every bird I see sings her siren song for meThough there's music sounding sweetly in my homeAnd I admit I get confused by each arbitrary museBut every dog is duty bound to chase his boneSeems like everywhere I look there's another scheming crookIn a posture I know closely as my ownAnd I'm trying to address it, but I'm good at making messesSo snap the bracelets, I'm confessing, cut my throatAnd I thought it'd quiet down by nowYeah, I thought it'd all just straighten outBut I can see i was mistakenNothing settlesNothing's sacredJust the whole truth sitting sour in my mouthAnd I thought it'd quiet down, you knowYeah, I thought it'd all just sorta slowBut passivity is reckless When it's true love you're protectingYou're the worm in every apple, laying lowSeems like every bird I see sings her siren song for me From Letras Mania