| You’re an exotic bird
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| And I’m not, and I’m not
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| You have a way with words
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| And I do, sometimes true
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| How did you grow so tall?
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| You’re so big, how’d you fit?
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| Sometimes I feel small so small
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| But Im not, but I’m not
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| And it’s only sometimes that I see the cracks
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| That let through the sunshine, that is on our backs
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| You’re a majestic beast
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| That’s not me, I’m too meek
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| I’ve never seen a crease
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| On your shirt, there’s no dirt
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| There’s nothing quite like you
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| How’d you do, what you do?
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| How could it all be true?
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| No way it could, it’s too good
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| And it’s only sometimes that I see the cracks
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| That let through the sunshine, that is on our backs
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| And it’s only sometimes that I see the cracks
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| That let through the sunshine, that is on our backs
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| And it’s only sometimes that I see the cracks
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| That let through the sunshine, that is on our backs |