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Leave me alone, is all that I say |
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When I have nothing, in me to give away |
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A purple martin in her house, she hollers at me |
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Why be inhuman? Why be like me? |
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Chorus: |
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Like so many robins, like so many doves |
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Like so many lovebirds with so many loves |
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Like the songs of the bobwhite |
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Without any words |
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When we are inhuman we're one with the birds |
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At six in the morning, you rise from the pillow |
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Stand steaming above me, I slumber below |
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You're one with the blankets, hanging fragrant and loose |
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You're one with a whipporwill, |
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You're one with a goose |
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Chorus |
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So tweet with me and widely spread |
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Your golden wings around my bed |
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And fly with me 'til we all are dead |
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And one with the birds |
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Like so many seagulls |
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Like so many hawks |
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Like so many thrushes |
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And so many storks |
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A little swallow will tell you |
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Without using heartrending, misleading words |
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When we are inhuman |
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We're one with the birds |
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\"And if we hide our feelings, we may as well fly away\" |
