| How does a sparrow know more than I?
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| When its mother is gone, it learns how to fly
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| With no direction, its wings in the wind
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| How does a bird know more than I?
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| How does the winter know to hold on
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| When it’s scared of its shadow and flowers are gone?
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| The leaves all lay sleepin', prayin' to hear spring-time songs
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| How does the winter know to hold on?
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| Nobody told me what I should do
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| When the world starts to rumble and shake under you
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| How does an orphan find its way home?
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| Reach out with no hand to hold
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| How do I make it alone?
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| What keeps a river runnin' that way?
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| Is it slave to the ocean, a wild runaway?
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| Does it shed a tear, all who have drowned in its wake?
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| What keeps a river runnin' that way?
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| Nobody told me what I should do
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| When the world starts to rumble and shake under you
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| How does an orphan find its way home?
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| Reach out with no hand to hold
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| How do I make it alone?
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| Nobody told me what I should do
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| When the world starts to rumble and shake under you
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| How does an orphan find its way home?
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| And I reach out with no hand to hold
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| How do I make it alone?
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| How does a sparrow know more than I?
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| When its mother is gone, it learns how to fly |