| You probably come from Canada the cold winds chased you down
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| Is that a touch of snow upon your wing are you headed southward bound
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| Move quickly wild bird the hunter comes from town
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| He longs to see you on his wall you match his mantlepiece of brown
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| Faster wild bird your sun is sinking down
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| I’d love to ride your noble wings I would utter not a sound
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| There must be some kind of blue sky somewhere
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| God made especially for you
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| Children of the wild wings go there now
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| And take what’s left of living for you
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| You probably come from Asia where the sears are deep and clear
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| When you rise to break the rolling waves your body glistens like a mirror
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| Move faster great blue one it’s the fisherman I hear
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| And there’s a pretty price upon your head they’re paying well for you this year
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| Faster great blue one your darkest storm is near
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| I’d love to ride your great blue tail all your secrets I’d hold dear
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| There must be some kind of blue sea somewhere…
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| You probably come from Idaho where the cool air treats you right
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| Where you roam the Sages Mountains in your savage delight
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| Move quickly brave bear the builder scales your heights
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| And your home to him’s worth millions now so there’s nothing he won’t fight
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| Faster brave bear your moon is losing light
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| I’d love to run the trail with you scream your courage through the night
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| There must be some kind of mountain somewhere…
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| There must be some kind of new world somewhere…
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| Children of the wild wings go there now
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| And take what’s left of living for you |