Song stuck in my head of the week

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Fucking BIRDBRAIN But I falter on the forethought I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off Achromatic twisted aeronaut A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul) Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak) So put my neck up on the chopping block A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
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