| I once knew a parrot who lived out of town
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| Who made a living learning about bird watching
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| He wore a hat suited for a blue parakeet
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| With a nest upon his head as he walked down the street
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| Polishing his marbles and petting his sheep, he said…
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| So with God on his shoulders and a branch for a pipe
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| And a yellow cockatail that was mostly white
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| There were rainbows tangled all up in his hair
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| He said «Hey, I never brush and the chicks don’t care
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| And so to the edge of space I go
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| But I stop halfway»
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| And just like that, yeah, the flip of a switch
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| The bird, he said «Hey, let’s get out of this place»
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| My third eye sat pretty so I gave it a bone
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| And we took a long walk out on the astral zone
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| He said «You know that thin line between each scene?
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| The crack you’ve been crossing from boring to obscene
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| Beyond the gray trees and the mental trapeze
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| Where the horses go clip-clop out on the place
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| And the dissonance leaves with a flap of a wing
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| And watching the birds is how you make a living
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| And so to the edge of space I go
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| But I stop halfway"
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
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| The walls of the universe are beginning where the end has been
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very thick
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
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| The walls of the universe are beginning where the end has been
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very high
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| The walls of the universe are so very very very thin
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| The walls of the universe are so very very high |