| Fins for fish, wings for birds
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| Food for thought, a way with words
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| I’ve got the bug, the bug-a-boo
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| A wayward mind, and a map of you
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| God is in the details, play it again Sam
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| God is in the details
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| Kneeling by the jukebox, praying for sound
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| Whistling like a bird whilst the world turns round
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| Shadow in the Zendo, crow above the corn
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| Rooster on my rooftop, calling to the dawn
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| Too soon, to know, too late to make it show
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| Too fast, too slow, too soon to really know
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| Maybe now, it’s time, to forget it
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| Maybe this will shine, if we let it
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| (If we let it)
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| Easy, that’s the way it goes
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| Easy, heaven only knows
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| Heaven only knows
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| Heaven only knows
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| Heaven only knows
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| Heaven only knows
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| Too many thoughts and not enough thinking, not enough thinking
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| Too fast, too slow, too soon to really know
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| (Too soon to know)
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| Fins for fish, wings for birds
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| Food for thought, a way with words
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| I’ve got the bug, the bug-a-boo
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| A wayward mind, and a map of you |