| Hey, you with the angel wings so fair,
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| Black kilometrico in your hair.
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| You don’t hit, you use your words when you want to hurt somebody else.
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| There’s a silver lining 'round the airplane, hurls my heart to space and back
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| again.
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| Polly, screw my back on.
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| Oh, Polly, screw my head back on.
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| Hey, you with the sadness in your eyes,
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| How’d you get so goddamn wise?
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| 'Cause you don’t spit, you keep your cool when you want to please somebody else.
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| There’s a silver lining around the airplane, hurls my heart to space and back
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| again.
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| Polly, screw my back on.
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| Yeah, Polly, screw my head back on.
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| You and me, we’ve been hanging on by a thread,
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| But now we’re hanging on to this good, good feeling.
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| Polly, screw my head back on.
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| Oh, Polly, screw my head back on.
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| Polly, screw my head back on.
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| Polly, screw my head back on. |