| Like a ship on the ocean, out of sight of the land
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| Will return to its port when its journey is done
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| Like a bee in the summertime wanders far from the hive
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| But at close of day, it will make its way
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| To the warmth of its home
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| So you will fly, pigeon fly, you must satisfy
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| The urge that makes you try to be free
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| Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky
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| Maybe when you’re high you will see
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| You’ve got to come on home to me
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| Though I’d like to imprison you, I can see it’s not right
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| So I open your cage and I let you fly by
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| In a moment of pleasure I may slip from your mind
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| But I know you well, it’s not hard to tell
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| That in time you’ll return
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| So you must fly, pigeon fly, you must satisfy
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| The urge that makes you try to be free
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| Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky
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| Maybe when you’re high you will see
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| You’ve got to come on home to me |