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Parakeet

You wake up in the morning

And fall out of your bed

Mean cats eat parakeets

And this one's nearly deadYou dearly wish the wind would shift

And greasy windows slide

Open for the parakeet

Who's colored bitter limeOpen the window

To lift into your dreams

Baby, baby

You can barely breatheA broken wrist, an accident

You know that something's wrong

You fold the leavings of your past

No one knows you've goneThe sunspot flares of the early nineties

Light up your wings

And scan the Short Wave Radio

It's tracking outer ringsOpen the window

To lift into a dream

Baby, baby

You can't start to breatheTectonic dispatcher shifts

To smooth the ocean floor

And flattens out to warmer winds

On Brisbane's sunny shoreWhere Buddhas tend to mending wrists

A tea made from the leaves

Of eucalyptus fragrances

And coriander seedsOpen the window

To lift into a dream

Maybe, baby

You can start to breatheOpen the window

To lift into a dream

Maybe, baby

You can start to breatheYou wake up in the morning

To warm Pacific breeze

Where mean cats chew on licorice

And cannot climb the trees

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