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Birds in My Tree

	作词 : Bartek, Bunnell
	Everytime the bird man comes
	He flies overneath the bridge
	He swoops down low
	And picks me up
	And carries me over the ridge
	But somehow
	I discovered his game
	And he no longer seems to fly
	Anymore
	That way
	"Clever fellow, isn't he?"
	"Yes, very clever."
	But for now
	I find it hard
	To reason
	With myself
	And just in case
	I can't conceive
	Of anybody else
	I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all
	"What kind of joint is this?"
	The time has come
	For me to see
	Just how much
	It means to me
	To tell someone
	Of what went on
	Now that the bird man's gone
	Even though you'll find it strange
	All along the bird man really was me

	zuò cí : Bartek, Bunnell
	Everytime the bird man comes
	He flies overneath the bridge
	He swoops down low
	And picks me up
	And carries me over the ridge
	But somehow
	I discovered his game
	And he no longer seems to fly
	Anymore
	That way
	" Clever fellow, isn' t he?"
	" Yes, very clever."
	But for now
	I find it hard
	To reason
	With myself
	And just in case
	I can' t conceive
	Of anybody else
	I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all
	" What kind of joint is this?"
	The time has come
	For me to see
	Just how much
	It means to me
	To tell someone
	Of what went on
	Now that the bird man' s gone
	Even though you' ll find it strange
	All along the bird man really was me