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Little bird flying in the breeze |
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Flying above the trees, he's crying |
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Because the wind is thick, let it off a sour trick |
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From the smoky fumes of fire |
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And there is nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
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Cattle fields spread across the land |
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Fills pockets full of cheap thrills, but who's counting? |
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We've been milking it for its worth |
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How's about a rebirth? |
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Plant a seed and watch it grow |
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And there is nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
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You can bend another one |
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You can't glue it back together |
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You can't glue it back together |
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You can bend another one |
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You can't glue it back together |
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You can't glue it back together |
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Once it's gone |
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Man cannot run this place alone |
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But when nature intervenes, keep trying |
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New is in, out with all the old |
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Just watch us make the bed we'll lie in |
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And there is nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
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Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary |
