| Snowbird was just a little girl once
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| All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots
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| And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs
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| And visions of faraway places
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| Yeah, she drew underwater worlds and cities in the stars
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| In the Asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars
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| In felt tips and crayons her little works of art
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| All promised a future of greatness
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| She caught the sunlight in her eye
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| Underneath the winter sky
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| «I'll paint the world until I die», she said
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| «One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird»
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| Yes, I will
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| Her daddy died when she was only ten
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| But all she cried came out in ink and in pen
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| She drew charcoal streets leading down to dead ends
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| Where heads hung low in sorrow
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| But she was left a small fortune at the reading of the will
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| About enough for a life and then another life still
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| And with her mother in a haze of vodka and pills
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| Snowbird had just dreamed of tomorrow
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| She caught the sunlight in her eye
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| Underneath the winter sky
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| «I'll paint the world until I die», she said
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| «One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird»
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| Yes, I will
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| That’s right
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| Years went by and she hit eighteen
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| And left home for the art-school scene
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| To paint the people of the shadows and the faces unseen
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| For her hero was now Egon Schiele
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| But she did a couple of little canvases and bad super 8
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| And a conceptual piece that was thirty years too late
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| It was all she could fit between the dinner and the dates
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| With dreamers and drummers and dealers
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| She caught the sunlight in her eye
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| Underneath the winter sky
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| «I'll paint the world until I die», and she said
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| «One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird»
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| Yes, I will
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| Well, who’s that girl in the little black dress?
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| Her head held high like a real princess
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| A glimmering, shimmering, coked up mess
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| A fashion trash, art school failure
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| Yeah, her fingernails are all there’s left to paint in her world
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| She dishes out the dirt with the party powder girls
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| Who think love comes in diamonds and wisdom in pearls
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| And art is just paraphernalia
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| She’s lost the sunlight from her eye
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| There’s only a mirror ball left in her sky
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| «I'll do what I want till the day that I die
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| Now see me spread my wings, I can fly high like a snowbird
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| Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was
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| Snowbird was just a little girl once
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| Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was
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| Snowbird was just a little girl once but now she can fly |