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From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody's looking for who they are
Those who know don't have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don't know too well

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Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That's the burden of the angel/beast

Birds of paradise -- birds of prey
Here tomorrow, gone today
Cross my forehead, cross my palm
Don't cross me or I'll do you harm

(Chorus)

We go crying, we come laughing
Never understand the time we're passing
Kill for money, die for love
Whatever was God thinking of?

(Chorus)
From the lying mirror to the movement of stars   Everybody's looking for who they are   Those who know don't have the words to tell   And the ones with the words don't know too well      (CHORUS:)   Could be the famine   Could be the feast   Could be the pusher   Could be the priest   Always ourselves we love the least   That's the burden of the angel/beast      Birds of paradise -- birds of prey   Here tomorrow, gone today   Cross my forehead, cross my palm   Don't cross me or I'll do you harm      (Chorus)      We go crying, we come laughing   Never understand the time we're passing   Kill for money, die for love   Whatever was God thinking of?      (Chorus)