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Come on let's bird ! Bird'n'Roll ! |
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Even the dead trees rise their palms to do the Bird'n'Roll - Do the Bird'n'Roll |
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You can cry like a snowman in the sun but do the Bird'n'Roll |
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Come on cry, let's try to spit your dreams, dancing the Bird'n'Roll |
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Come on ghost, I need to feel your skin and kiss you all over the sheet |
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The wind makes the trees whistling, the rain makes them cry through the skin |
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Con on let's bird ! |
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Bird'n'Roll ! |
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In these Jesus Crisis times of multibroken dreams |
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Nobody will save you, nobody will save, nobody will save you, nobody will save |
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But you can still raise arms like palms of the dead trees |
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Whistle like a gospel of drunken birds |
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The wind makes the trees whistling, the rain makes them cry through the skin |
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Come on let's bird, bird and bird and Bird'n'Roll |