Throwing Stones

When I was young, 
 I had a bluebird on my shoulder. 
 It was a fact. It was actual. 
 And nobody told me otherwise. 
 But now that I'm older 
 I realize it was all just a lie. 
 But oh, how I loved the lie. 
 And I wasn't the only one. 

 I want my bluebird back. 

 Judging by what it took to start this war, 
 it shouldn't take much to end it. 
 But that just not the case. 
 We've invested too much, too many lives 
 that we just can't replace. 
 But despite what we think we have no scales 
 to weigh the crimes we all must face. 

 And we're all still throwing stones. 
 Yes, we're all still throwing stones. 

 Seventeen, just a boy, climbed 
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 into the belly of a plane 
 He armed the bomb and took aim. 
  
 Did just as he was trained. 
 Forty seconds to the ground. 
 Forty seconds to the sound. 

 You see we're, we're all 
 still throwing stones. 
 Yes, we're all still throwing stones. 

 Think about it. 

 Throwing stones. 
 Throwing stones. 

 I want my bluebird back. 
 I want my bluebird back. 
 I want my bluebird back. 
 I want my bluebird back. 

 If the mighty Mississippi 
 can reverse its flow, 
 I believe we can turn this around. 
 If the mighty Mississippi 
 can reverse its flow, 
 I believe we can turn this around. 
 If the sun will rise, 
 I believe we can turn this around. 

 If we just stop throwing stones. 



 Thanks to rarzvan