| Along the crowded roads of ruin
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| Among the throngs of old cliches
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| A gentle bird of grace and beauty
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| Came down to sing a sweet refrain
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| Won’t you fly away with me?
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| Won’t you fly away with me?
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| She circled over through the evening
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| As we traveled sorrow bound
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| And offered up her wings for using
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| But we could not lift off the ground
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| Won’t you fly away with me?
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| Won’t you fly away with me?
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| Cause nothing here ever changes
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| It’s the same old thing everyday
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| Don’t you know little birdy
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| You’re the only one worth your wait
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| Some people search every corner
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| To find the place where they belong
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| Many fall back out of order
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| Many more go down alone
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| So, won’t you fly away with me?
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| Don’t you fly away from me Cause all the leaves on the street are blowin 'round and the sky is gray
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| And if you leave, I believe we’d all just wither and fade away
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| Cause nothing ever changes
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| It’s the same old thing everyday
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| Don’t you know, little birdy
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| You’re the only one worth your wait |