| Blackbird flying in the sky
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| Please don’t look me in the eye
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| You are very very lucky
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| It’s never easy to find me
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| The winter’s coming now you’ve grown
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| The cold will numb you to the bone
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| It cuts you through so that you know
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| In pain the minutes go so slow
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| Your soul and mine will carry on
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| When this transparent world is gone
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| There’s nothing strange in what I say
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| It’s always meant to be this way
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| Power streams where love is strong
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| Energy converting, never gone
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| There’s never going to be an end
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| A million atoms can’t pretend
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| Until the cold ground swallows me
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| Me and Ide, go running free
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| Then we’ll change, not disappear
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| All channels receiving loud and clear
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| Birdman think he owns the sky
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| But he can’t look me in the eye
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| I walk on gilded mirror blades
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| I walk on razors feel no pain
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| In the heat of summertime
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| Rolling thunder is my sign
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| I understand what’s going on
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| I’m gonna fly right to the sun |