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Blackbird flying in the sky |
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Please don't look me in the eye |
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You are very very lucky |
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It's never easy to find me |
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The winter's coming now you've grown |
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The cold will numb you to the bone |
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It cuts you through so that you know |
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In pain the minutes go so slow |
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Your soul and mine will carry on |
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When this transparent world is gone |
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There's nothing strange in what I say |
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It's always meant to be this way |
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Power streams where love is strong |
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Energy converting, never gone |
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There's never going to be an end |
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A million atoms can't pretend |
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Until the cold ground swallows me |
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Me and Ide, go running free |
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Then we'll change, not disappear |
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All channels receiving loud and clear |
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Birdman think he owns the sky |
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But he can't look me in the eye |
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I walk on gilded mirror blades |
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I walk on razors feel no pain |
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In the heat of summertime |
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Rolling thunder is my sign |
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I understand what's going on |
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I'm gonna fly right to the sun |
