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Pigeonman sits in Washington Square, Fingers round a bag of love he shares
For his brothers and sisters with feathers and beaks
Staring is rude, didn't someone teach you to think of others in the nicest way
Muse on a man who's one with the bench, Can't you imagine what he'll say"I have more in common with birds than my people, If I feed them love, then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human, And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep"
Pigeonman, do you have a family? Do you have a wife and kids who love you so sweet
Or a husband, that's fine, I don't judge, me too
Pigeonman, I could be just like you
I have more in common with birds than my people, If I feed them love, then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human, And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep
I have more in common with birds than my people, If I feed them love, then they feed me
Music to my ears makes me feel human, And a blanket full of notes puts me to sleep