Graham Coxon - Big Bird lyrics
[Graham Coxon - Big Bird lyrics]
Colours fill the floor, leaving me no more
Small lines, small head, no mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Penciled on the door easelessly, ceaselessly
Big bird, big sad, no word, big bad
Colours fill the floor, leaving me no more
Small lines, small head, no mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Penciled on the door
Aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah
Aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah, aaah-aaah
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