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with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died |
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it's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive |
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from the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts |
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but you and I know, the seasons are slow |
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the rivers they froze, the wind always blows |
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down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
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all of your days will be blessed |
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so put on a smile and get dressed |
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into the void we will fly away from here |
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all of your thoughts will be crowned |
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you'll be the toast of town |
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into the view of a million crystal spheres |
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pitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I could |
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dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook |
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to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher |
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but i'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command |
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i'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land |
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i'm sure you'd agree, but I can't leave you see |
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all of your days will be blessed |
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so put on a smile and get dressed |
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into the void we will fly away from here |
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all of your thoughts will be crowned |
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you'll be the toast of town |
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into the view of a million crystal spheres |
|
all of your days will be blessed |
|
so put on a smile and get dressed |
|
into the void we will fly away from here |
|
all of your thoughts will be crowned |
|
you'll be the toast of town |
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into the view of a million crystal spheres |
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but you and I know, the seasons are slow |
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the rivers they froze, the wind always blows |
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down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam |
