Unmade

Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings Unmade, unmade I swear that there's nothing up my sleeves And then back again I swear there's nothing Unmade There's still no faces Won't grow back again Broken pieces Unmade I swear there's nothing Won't grow back again I swear there's nothing Come under my wings Come under my wings Come under my wings Under my wings We're unmade

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