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I understand the principle |
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Wrapped it up inside my skull |
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I just cannot seem to make it real |
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Downward stroke, back and up |
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Downward stroke, back and up |
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And even without hollow bones |
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And burdened down by all these clothes |
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Against the forces of the Earth |
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I swear that I will make it real |
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And when we go |
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Take nothing with us |
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Southerly |
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And when it's cold |
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Then they will miss us |
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Southerly |
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I have intellectualized |
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Looked at this from every side |
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I just cannot seem to make it fly |
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Downward stroke, back and up |
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Downward stroke, back and up |
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Hush, pretty bird, don't you know you can't sing? |
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Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky |
