| Do you wonder why
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| The bird is bored of flying
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| It never asked to be alive
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| To be a bird
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| And never cared for heights
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| And it’s seen the earth
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| For what it is, the big ball of inconsequence
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| Still, it sings
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| There’s such a place as too far
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| There’s such a thing as too much
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| And we all want fire until it burns
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| We all want more until it starts to hurt
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| Do you wonder why
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| The bird is bored of flying
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| Still, it sings
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| Shoot it down and pull the wings out
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| I am waiting
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| Shoot it down with copper bullets
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| I am waiting
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| 'Cause we all want fire until it burns
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| 'Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt
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| Here comes the ground again
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| My concrete safety net
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| As I leave the sky for the earth, I shed
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| Shed my feathers and my small net worth
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| Here comes the ground again
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| I want less
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| I want less
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| I want less
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| Shoot it down, pull the wings out
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| I am waiting
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| Shoot it down with copper bullets
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| I am waiting
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| 'Cause we all want fire until it burns
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| 'Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt
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| And I’ve come as far as I can go
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| Close enough to know
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| Bird is bored, bird is bored
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| Bird is bored, bored of flying
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| I’ve seen all that I care to see
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| Become what I don’t want to be
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| Bird is bored, bird is bored
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| Bored of flying
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| Bored of flying
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| Bird is bored, bird is bored
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| Bored of flying |