| Hey, little songbird, give me a song
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| I’m a busy man and I can’t stay long
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| I got clients to call, I got orders to fill
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| I got walls to build, I got riots to quell
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| And they’re giving me hell back in Hades
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| Hey, little songbird, cat got your tongue?
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| Always a pity for one so pretty and young
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| When poverty comes to clip your wings
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| And knock the wind right out of your lungs
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| Hey, nobody sings on empty
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| Strange is the call of this strange man
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| I want to fly down and feed at his hand
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| I want a nice soft place to land
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| I wanna lie down forever
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| Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
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| You’d shine like a diamond down in the mine
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| And the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose
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| Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose
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| And I could use a canary
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| Suddenly nothing is as it was
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| Where are you now, Orpheus?
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| Wasn’t it always the two of us
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| Weren’t we birds of a feather?
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| Hey, little songbird, let me guess
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| He’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless
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| Give him your hand, he’ll give you his hand-to-mouth
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| He’ll write you a poem when the power’s out
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| Hey, why not fly south for the winter?
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| Hey, little songbird, look all around you
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| See how the vipers and vultures surround you
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| They’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean
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| If you stick around such a desperate scene
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| See, people get mean when the chips are down |