| Gotta get back, Gotta figure out a way,
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| I’m losing — my senses to you, Where’d it go,
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| The bluebird I should follow, Back home?
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| But where is home? |
| Guess it won’t amount to much,
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| Won’t be long before I crush,
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| I’ll stand in line, Don’t believe a thing they say.
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| Today, seems we all get lost amonst the pigeons and the crumbs,
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| All alone, But i’m in a crowded room,
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| I’m sinking, In quicksand tonight,
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| You pick me up, and I shine across the sky till morning,
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| Then you colour me in, guess it won’t amount ot much,
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| Seems to me that i’ve lost my touch,
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| I’m back in line,
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| Don’t believe a thing they say today,
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| Turn around and walk away,
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| Everything will go your way,
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| I pray, Seems we all get lost amonst the pigeons and the crumbs. |