| If a bird broke its beak
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| Would its song be small and weak?
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| Would it be known as just the same
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| Or be a bird only in name?
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| At a loss for words
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| It’s beyond belief
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| You were known to me then
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| Like I hear most songs
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| Well the words they would rhyme
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| Just move along
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| Maybe there’s a cause that’s without effect
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| Maybe there’s some truth that’s without a fact
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| Then you came along, drew some lines
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| The only thing I’m guilty of is killing time
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| And I regret
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| The flames on leaves
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| Erase the tower in Tennessee
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| Where we met
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| I lost my nerve
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| Tell me why it was now, we’d bear a child
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| In the cold with the wolves and a rat gone wild
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| When times were tight watch the dawning twilight
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| In the shame in between witness the sun salient scream
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| Maybe there’s a cause that’s without effect
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| Maybe there’s some truth that’s without a fact
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| Then you came along, drew some lines
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| The only thing I’m guilty of is killing time
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| If a bird broke its beak
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| Would its song be sad and weak?
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| Would it be known as just the same
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| Or be a bird only in name?
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| Then you came along, drew some lines
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| The only thing I’m guilty of is killing time |