Witchjumper - Bottled Up Blackbird

There's a bottled up blackbird
Sits at the foot of my bed
He taps his glass all night long
Trying to fill my head

I'll make sure his wings are clipped
Right before I depart
If I don't clip them good
He'll fly straight into your right

When this ragged window breaks
Come round pick up the shards
And if you catch my reflection
Scatter me in the yard

Written by:
Ross Lytle

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