| I left you last night on the left coast
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| I’m writin' you a letter right now
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| The things that you do are rendering you
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| Something I can’t live without
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| Maybe maybe I’ve got a pulse now
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| Maybe my heart’s on fire
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| A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
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| Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
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| Left you last night on the left side
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| The land of the free to be burned
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| Well the heat of your touch is makin' it such
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| That I’ve forgotten everything I’ve learned
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| Maybe maybe I’ve got a problem
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| Maybe my heart’s a liar
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| A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
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| Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
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| Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
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| Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
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| And I may be a bird in a cage
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| But it least it’s your cage
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| And I may be a bird in a cage
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| But it least it’s your cage
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| Left you last night on the left half
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| Of the bed, the half that used to be mine
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| The way that you sleep is the image I’ll keep
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| Always on the edge of my mind
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| Maybe maybe I’ve got a reason
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| For livin' even though I’m so tired
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| A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
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| Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
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| A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
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| Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
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| And I may be a bird in a cage
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| But it least it’s your cage
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| And I may be a bird in a cage
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| But it least it’s your cage
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| Maybe maybe you are the only |