| Yeah…
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| Oh, If you count every word I say
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| Over again you might find a way
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| Seven verses to magnify
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| Drop the feather for you will never fly
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| Tapestries of black and gold are crying
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| Looking through the windows
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| I am watching you as you go by
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| Down a wave of fire
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| Your pale skin can’t turn any whiter
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| Grant a wish, sing a bitter tune
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| Never stops to forget you’ve seen
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| Tapestries of black and gold are crying
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| Looking through the windows
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| I am watching you as you go by
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| Walk along a lonely mile
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| Saw a bird falling at my feet
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| Crawling like a wounded child
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| Moving farther out of reach
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| I want to be alone now
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| Come on, come on, come on, hey
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| If you count every word I say
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| Over again you could find a way
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| Seven verses that magnify
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| Drop the feather for you will never fly
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| Tapestries of black and gold are crying
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| Looking through the windows
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| I am watching you as you go by |