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One parrot in a cage |
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At the home of a friend |
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Is reason to wonder and stare |
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Green wings and red face |
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And a sapphire belly |
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A racket so loud |
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As to out shout the tele |
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But this morning my prayer |
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By the side of the sea |
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Took odds to turn back |
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To the moon in the trees |
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Where a green cloud of birds |
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In a flock of a thou' |
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Yelled from one to another |
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It's morning out loud |
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It's morning, it's morning |
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It's morning they cried |
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From the edge of the treetops |
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To the edge of the skies |
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It's morning, it's morning |
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It's morning they cried |
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So open your heart |
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When you open your eyes |
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And the sound of their voices |
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Together did blend |
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Forming chords of awakening |
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If I'm not here again |
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For they shouted |
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Never again would they fly |
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In such numbers across |
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Such a primitive sky |
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And they noticed my heart |
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As it sank to the sand |
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Do not hurry they called |
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It's all part of a plan |
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Chorus |