| Three birds in a hellish sun
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| How far will the other one run
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| Three phoenixes in a hellish sun
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| I’ma go cross the line
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| Birds take flight like all the time
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| No ordinary vision man
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| No ordinary vision man
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| No concept of these colors I see
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| Like «What's that, babe?""That's green, baby»
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| Some say that I’m oblivious
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| No ordinary vision man
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| She’s practically throwing me all the signs
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| Hurling them across the bar
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| And the little cracks let the light through
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| So smart, so smart
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| Cobblestone blocks, we walk like twenty
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| It’s five in the morning, I should be snoring
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| But she’s so important, I feel enormous
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| Like I could break the world into a thousand tiny little pieces
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| And redistribute it to all my nephews and nieces
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| Hallelujah!
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| Low tide has come!
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| Cut your sails, why don’t you see how I taste?
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| Blueberry wave
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| Ocean phoenix swimming, fire on his back
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| Ocean phoenix swimming
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| Try not to make eye contact
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| Lean back on the wall legs right over left
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| I’m staring at the floor again
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| No ordinary vision man
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| One quick drag and her head’s on right
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| Haven’t seen her this late in the night
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| Since about a couple months ago
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| We slipped on the ice with our hands stone cold
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| She’s practically controlling me, she makes my moves
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| She pulls my hair like Ratatouille
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| And she works fast and I’ve caught on
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| So far, so far
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| Cobblestone blocks we walk like a million
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| Just to get you to your room
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| I stay inside for just a minute
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| She makes me break the world into a thousand tiny little pieces
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| And redistribute them among my nephews and nieces
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| Hallelujah!
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| Low tide has come!
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| Cut your sails, why don’t you see how I taste?
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| Blueberry wave
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| Ocean phoenix swimming, fire on his back (Fire on his back)
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| Ocean phoenix swimming
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| Cut your sails, why don’t you see how I taste?
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| Blueberry wave
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| Ocean phoenix swimming, fire on his back (Fire on his back)
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| Ocean phoenix swimming, fire on his back (Fire on his back) |