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I dream of birds, birds without wings Children who grew up to be dangerous things I was known as the postman, I worked through the night I made my deliveries sink out of sight We would wrap them, wrap them up Anything to shut them up Had to stitch them, stitch them up See how they fly See how they fly We'd hold them in the center 'till we were all done We'd turn up the music and have some fun You're on your way out, that's what they were told And we'd mock them and drug them, 'till our stupor took its hold We would wrap them, wrap them up Anything to shut them up Had to stitch them, stitch them up See how they fly See how they fly Fly out low, some way offshore The sacking covers up their heads Don't want to look into their eyes As I push them through the open door From Letras Mania