| The orange was the size of a watermelon to me
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| Well at least that is my memory
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| Sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road
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| Far away we’d roam
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| I’d be howlin' out a song in the back seat
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| The boys would laugh and tease about my black feet
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| They’d tell stories that would warm my soul
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| Motorbikes and chrome
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| Jimmy could not wait to get home
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| Homebird sing
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| Fly me high on an angel’s wing
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| Homebird sing
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| Leave out nothing tell me everything
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| Everywhere we went just looked the same to me
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| The skys were blue and the grass was green
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| I wonder how different I might see them now
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| Yet I see them somehow
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| Through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings
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| Oh the little magic that his solo brings
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| Making up songs and words and singin from the soul
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| Oh the stories told
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| None but him and Jimmy could know
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| Homebird sing
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| Fly me high on an angel’s wing
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| Homebird sing
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| Leave out nothing tell me everything
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| Homebird sing
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| Fly me high on an angel’s wing
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| Homebird sing
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| Leave out nothing tell me everything |