| Young red bird
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| They’re just natural feelings
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| I can’t keep from changing my brains
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| Bending my wants with my rights
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| Are my friends still half right
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| Should I keep them separate from me
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| It’s unclear
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| Then I get a cold
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| Can I get a light
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| It’s a certain type of easy pace
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| That’s what we need to make it
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| Come in close
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| I trust you
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| Your nose dipped in my sweat
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| It dripped on your beautiful sweater
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| Kind of nice
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| Should I really lie with you
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| I never know
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| When I’m on my own
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| Are there more important things to do
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| Then kiss or sleep today we gotta wake up
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| Then I talk to your breath and we
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| Enjoy the air
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| And I creep on your chest
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| To the hut I have
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| Where I pluck a few notes
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| On the strands of your hair
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| And I’m singing to you
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| What to do if I’d ask you to make funny faces
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| With me in the mirror of the bathroom
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| Know your next
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| You make me feel alright
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| Are you just like me
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| Never gonna pick one kind of fruit
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| Like a mushed banana on your tooth
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| And you like the sting of the cherry juice
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| Never eat an apple
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| That’s just one color
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| Young red bird
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| They’re just natural feelings
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| Like walking off to ride my bike
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| Or just bump into you
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| I haven’t seen you in a week or three days
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| Though it really bugs me
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| It’s nice to find new ways to smile
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| I keep thinking that
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| When you feel sad you can’t pout
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| Cause what this song’s about is me singing
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| I’m just wondering what to do with you myself and me
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| Naked in the mirror of the bathroom |