| I was waken late the other night
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| There was a bird trapped in my heart
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| I tried to open up and let it out
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| Before it tore my chest apart
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| I tossed and turned
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| I prayed for it to stop
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| I scratched my face and tore my sheets
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| But I was way too late, my heart was gone
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| And in its place these bird wings beat
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| I was waken from a day to day dream
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| There was a bird trapped in my mind
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| I tried to open up and let it out
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| But there was no use in trying
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| And where I once had a head full of thoughts
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| Of happiness and daily things
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| There is only strange darkness now
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| And in the darkness this bird sings
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| I’m coming down the mountain
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| I’ve been coming for some time
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| I’m coming down the mountain
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| And this whole dark valley is mine
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| Oh ballerina where have you gone
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| I’ve been dreaming of you
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| Honey where have you gone
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| Oh ballerina where have you gone
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| I’ve been dreaming of you
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| Since the day you were born |