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blackbird hanging on a wire can see down into the street sings a song about desire and whether men or angels are born with bigger wings "until we take the place of the machines, until we take the place of the machines..." lonely lover, just a child lies in bed but he can't sleep he'll just watch his chest go up and down says he don't know if you can exactly call it breathing (but there's got to be a reason why his heart won't stop beating.) "until we take the place of the machines, until we take the place of the machines..." keep singing "until we take the place of the machines, until we take the place of the machines..." single blackbird on a wire sees the cars crash in the street says this town could use a street light but it don't do much good if it won't change from red to green "until we take the place of the machines, until we take the place of the machines..." From Letras Mania