| I’m tired of this place
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| I need to get away
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| It’s time for me to go now
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| I can’t stay
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| No no no no
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| I’m like a bird
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| I need to spread my wings
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| Fly over the ocean
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| See what the new day brings
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| Cause I’m a seagull
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| Yeah
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| (What the singer’s trying to say here
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| Is that he’s stifled in some ways
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| Feeling hindered or
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| Imprisoned by his current situation
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| And he uses the metaphor of being a seagull
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| Of wanting to be free)
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| I wanna fly
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| Fly into the sky and
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| Catch a summer breeze
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| Soar above the clouds
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| And let my soul be free
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| Yeah, cause I’m a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m seagull
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| (In the second verse he mentions a summer breeze
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| And I believe this is a construct
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| Allowing him to be free of his problems
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| Sees himself being untethered from
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| He’d rather avoid responsibility
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| Or let something else take control
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| Of his destiny
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| And he sees that as similar to being a seagull)
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| I can’t stay here, I can’t stay here
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| On this cold little rock
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| It’s for me to go
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| Yeah, my mind’s made up
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| It’s the mind of a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a seagull, I got the mind of a seagull
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| (In this verse he mentions a rock
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| I believe the rock represents you
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| The person in the relationship with the singer
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| And by saying you’re like a rock
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| He means that you’re hard, cold and emotionally impenetrable
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| Unlike him, the freewheeling seagull)
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| The tide is rising up
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| The tide is rising, it’s my time to go
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| And glide across the sky
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| See the world below
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| Yeah, yeah, 'cause I’m still a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m, I’ll always be a seagull
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| (The image of the tide rolling in or rising up
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| Of course, represents the feeling of doom
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| A feeling of being drowned
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| And that’s what he thinks being in the relationship
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| With you is like)
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| I need to leave this rock behind
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| There’s something more I seek
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| I wanna feel the warmth of the morning sun
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| Across my beak, yeah
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| I’m a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve got a beak because I’m a seagull
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| (In the last two verses we’ve established that you are the rock
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| The beak mentioned in this verse is clearly a phallic metaphor
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| It’s obviously his cock
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| And he wishes to travel to more sexually abundant locations)
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| I’m a seagull
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| A seagull I will always be
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| Dive into the ocean
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| Dip my beak into the sea
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| Here we go now
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| La la la
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la…
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| La la la
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| I’m a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve gotta lift this keyboard
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| I’ve gotta lift it with my hopeless wings
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| Damn this feathered things, oh
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| Oh, they’re the curse
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| The curse of being a seagull
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Not quite sure what he means here)
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| One day I’ve found this old piano
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| Found it on this cold little rock
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| Since that day I’ve been playing non-stop, yeah
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| 'Cause I’m a piano
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| Piano-playing seagull
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Who sometimes shits on people
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| (Oh, we’ll have to re-evaluate
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| I think what he’s actually trying to say is
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| Those aren’t metaphors, he is actually a seagull
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| Sorry, it’s not about a guy who wants to be like a seagull
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| It’s an actual seagull)
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| I’m literally a keyboard-play-in' sea'
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| But who also sings
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| A keyboard-play-in' sea'
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| But play this piano with my wings
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| Oh, here we go now
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la…
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| I’m a seagull
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| (He's literally a seagull)
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| La la la la la
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| Aghk, aghk
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| La la la la la
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| Aghk, aghk
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| (He's actually a piano-playing seagull)
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| Piano solo
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| Oh, I wish I had some fingers
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| Ah, damn this feathered things
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| Damn
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| Aghk
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| Aghk
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| Fuck
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| Oh, now
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| I’m a seagull
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| I’m a seagull
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| (Actually a seagull) |