| But I don’t speak your tongue little bird
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| Your panic buttons are in your chirp
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| So focus and you are concerned
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| It seems those little crows
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| They attack and they laugh when your back is turned
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| What do they know?
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| No way pulling you down, down
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| They’re pulling you down, oh
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| You’re so tired but don’t give up
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| On me, give in to the ones your trust
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| We’ve got time to make amends
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| Healing’s a journey we must take
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| It seems those filthy crows
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| Side-track, pull back, now your head is strong
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| What do they know?
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| What do they know?
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| What do they know, know, know, know?
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| No way pulling you down, down
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| They’re pulling you down, oh
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| No way pulling you down, down
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| They’re pulling you down, oh
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| Lines, lines, words, words
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| Trapped in words
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| Lines, lines, words, words
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| Lines, lines, words, words
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| You’ve got the power in your head
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| You’ve got the power in your head
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| You’ve got the power
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| No way pulling you down, down
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| They’re pulling you down, oh
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| Spread your wings and fly
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| No way pulling you down, down, down, down, down, oh |