| Wild Bird flying
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| Sing a song that I can’t capture
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| I’ll make it up to you somehow
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| High my hat was hung there for a while
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| On a pole set up Norwegian style
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| Ready to show them what I can
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| Little bird came flying by And as northern flames light up the sky
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| That bird was singing out of range
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| And I got lost into a haze
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| He couldn’t pick me up so I took him down
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| To be the centre of my crown
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| And I thought he’d make the change
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| He was singing out of range
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| Wild bird flying
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| Sing a song I can’t capture
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| Wild bird flying
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| Sing a song I can’t capture
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| If you can understand and now
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| You know it will never be the same
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| Truly wild will never tame
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| And I think it is a shame
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| Cuz all of the sudden he stopped singing his song
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| I lost my mind and all went wrong
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| I’ve got a heavy hand
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| Wild bird flying
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| Sing a song I can’t capture
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| Wild bird flying
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| Sing a song I can’t capture
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| I’ll make it up to you
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| If you can understand and now
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| Wild bird flying
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| Wild bird flying
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| Wild bird flying
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow
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| Wild bird flying
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| I’m gonna make it up to you somehow |