Birds of a Feather
Laying down, on my back, on my bed
Eyes open, staring at nothing, disturbed in the head
Hunting season, bloody reason, landscape turned red
Out in the hall, clock on the wall
Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo
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