| She’s not a flower
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| She isn’t growing in your garden today
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| You couldn’t cultivate her anyway
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| You’re not a king bee
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| You like honey and you’re packing a sting
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| But there really isn’t such a thing
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| You’re in flight, and she smells all right
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| But she’s not a flower
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| She’s not an ocean
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| That you’re an island in the middle of
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| And there isn’t any prison of love
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| You’re not a freebird
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| Hey you, up on that mountain peak
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| Can’t you hear what’s coming out of your beak?
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| You can say you’ll fly away
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| But you’re not a freebird
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| Love’s not a poison
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| You better find a better reason why
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| You feel like you want to die
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| A broke heart won’t kill you
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| You might suffer till the end of your days
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| But that was gonna happen anyways
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| And even if the love you mourn
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| Is equal to the love you scorn
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| And fortune mocks the love you gave
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| And someone lays her on your grave
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| She’s not a flower |