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Elton John

There´s some things I don´t have now
Some things I don´t talk about
These things are between myself and I
In my thick skull the joker hides

There´s consequences I´m scared to taste
Cold hard truths I can´t face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass

And everywhere I look there´s something to learn
A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
Don´t answer the question of where we belong

How come birds
Don´t fall from the sky when they die?
How come birds
Always look for a quiet place to hide
These words
Can´t explain what I feel inside?
Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark

And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Don´t answer the question of what I am to you

Written by JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNIE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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