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rare bird, I know your loneliness |
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born into a crowded nest and given away |
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solitaire girl, your voice crying in the wilderness |
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where suffering brings holiness |
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at least that's what they say |
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rare bird, I wish you good company |
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rare bird I know your sorrow |
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it rings a little hollow with every passing day |
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it's not fair girl |
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they want a piece of all of you |
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to form a line and follow you |
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and every word that you say |
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rare bird, I wish you sanctuary |
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with your razor wire and pitfalls |
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my way of climbing walls |
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and finding where the china dolls are hidden |
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words can be misunderstood |
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but my intentions all were good |
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there's nothing here not worth forgiving |
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I'm not the kind to hover near |
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or stand in line to catch your ear |
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but I just want to get things clear between us |
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I know how to disappear |
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and leave by the backdoor dear |
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make sure that no one here has seen us |
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rare bird, I don't want you to go down |
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here on the poor side of town |
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there's nothing left to say |
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just this prayer girl |
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we'll go on from here unbound |
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meet again on higher ground |
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some uncloudy day |
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rare bird, just a little prayer from me |
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rare bird |
