Really we're the same, don't know why we try to hide it
You're all that I need
But we break every time
Birds of feather fly together
Your trouble's the same as mine
You're all that I need
But we break every time
Birds of feather fly together
Your trouble's the same as mine
You're all that I need
But we break every time
Birds of feather fly together
Your trouble's the same as mine
You're all that I need
But we break every time
Birds of feather fly together
Your trouble's the same as mine
You're all that I need
Every time
Your trouble's the same as mine
"Joy, it's uncle T. And you need to call me 'cause guess what. I'll spend two nights in Brixton, one night in Capetown... Wicked. Ay, call me, yeah? Alright..."