| I feel like an echo waiting for a voice of it’s own.
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| I am waiting in the darkness for a word to take me home.
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| I feel like a broken shadow that is long since overgrown.
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| The skeleton that’s kept my memories written in it’s bones.
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| But if your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the dove.
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| Have you heard all of my shouting, will you come down from above?
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| If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the bird. |
| Did you get all
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| of my letters, did you read my troubled words?
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| I feel like a dried up fountain waiting for rain to fall, to fill the cracks
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| and holes and see if there is hope for me at all.
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| I feel like an empty inkwell with nothing left to say. |
| Cause all the letters
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| that I wrote to you have all been thrown away.
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| If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the dove.
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| Have you heard all of my shouting, will you come down from above?
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| If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the bird. |
| Did you get all
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| of my letters, did you read my troubled words?
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| But If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about its wings.
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| Then I’m a fool to think that you ignore the worries that I sing.
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| Rather if I hear an echo, and if the shadow’s there, then you must be on the
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| other end to make these things appear.
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| Oh oh Oooh
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| Oh I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free. |
| His eye’s on the sparrow
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| and he watches over me.
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| Oh I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free. |
| His eye’s on the sparrow
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| and he watches over me. |