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Parakeet
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You wake up in the morning and fall out of your bed
Mean cats eat parakeets and this one's nearly dead
You dearly wish the wind would shift
And greasy windows slide open for the parakeet
Who's coloured bitter lime
Open the window and lift into your dreams
Lately baby, you can hardly breathe
A broken wrist, an accident
You know that something's wrong
You fold the leavings of your past
And no one knows you're gone
The sunspot flares of the early 90s light up your wings
And can the shortwave radio, it's tracking outer rings
Open the window and lift into a dream
Baby baby, you can start to breathe
The tectonic dispatcher shifts to smooth the ocean floor
And flattens out the warmer winds of Brisbane's sunny shore
Where Buddhas tend to mending wrists
A tea made from the leaves of eucalyptus fragrances
And coriander seeds
Open the window and lift into a dream
Baby baby, you can start to breathe
Open the window to lift into a dream
Baby baby, you can start to breathe
You wake up in the morning to warm Pacific breeze
Where mean cats chew on licorice and cannot climb the trees
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