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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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Song past the morning star |
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Trying to carve the cake you are |
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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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Lift me with a laughing sound |
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Off the marble cold ground |
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I hear you in your back yard |
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A singer crossed to mind |
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Rising here and diving there |
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Finding things for your brown hair |
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Throw your garden in the air |
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The chimney smoke for real then square |
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Come and mess with me |
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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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Hide and seek,hide in the clouds |
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Speak a beat to a child out loud |
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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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Pile up your sticks and play |
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Come and build a house one day |
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I see you in your frontyard |
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Gathering feathers is fine |
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Diving here and rising there |
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Where the other birds don't dare |
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Saw him smiling to slice the pear |
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If you'd be prepared to share |
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Winning on this speculate |
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I beg you if you have any time |
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To spend and let me just your hand |
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And send me to the sun |
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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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Wing Beat |
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Fantastic |
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I want you in my backyard |
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Sucking twings and twines |
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Rising here and diving there |
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We'll vanish,make 'em wonder where |
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Oh evading caliser immigrate to regions where |
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Come and dance with me |
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And the earth bound crowd to cry |
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And watches life go away |
