| How the sweet birds fly, they have hollow bones
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| Made for the sky, not like you or I
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| I don’t want to be in a tin can over the sea
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| But if we all believe in technology we’ll stay in the sky
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| So there’s more monsters in the sea as the planes fall down
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| Any fool knows it’s better not to look below
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| But oh those poor, poor souls who still have blind, blind faith in science
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| As they all fall down
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| We all have insides that we cannot see
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| Surely no one can understand how we can work so perfectly
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| If we don’t believe someone can explain how we do all this stuff
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| Cos of the size of our brain, we’ll die immediately
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| And so ends humanity as we all fall down
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| Any fool knows it’s better not to look below
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| But oh those poor, poor souls who still have blind, blind faith in science
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| As they all fall down |