| rare bird, I know your loneliness
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| born into a crowded nest and given away
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| solitaire girl, your voice crying in the wilderness
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| where suffering brings holiness
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| at least that’s what they say
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| rare bird, I wish you good company
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| rare bird I know your sorrow
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| it rings a little hollow with every passing day
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| it’s not fair girl
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| they want a piece of all of you
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| to form a line and follow you
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| and every word that you say
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| rare bird, I wish you sanctuary
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| with your razor wire and pitfalls
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| my way of climbing walls
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| and finding where the china dolls are hidden
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| words can be misunderstood
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| but my intentions all were good
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| there’s nothing here not worth forgiving
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| I’m not the kind to hover near
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| or stand in line to catch your ear
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| but I just want to get things clear between us I know how to disappear
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| and leave by the backdoor dear
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| make sure that no one here has seen us rare bird, I don’t want you to go down
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| here on the poor side of town
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| there’s nothing left to say
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| just this prayer girl
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| we’ll go on from here unbound
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| meet again on higher ground
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| some uncloudy day
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| rare bird, just a little prayer from me rare bird |