| Up by the window of the seventh floor
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| There’s a little bird stretching her wings
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| She’s looking down at the world far below her
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| I can hear the little tune that she sings
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| She says, «we all have our notions, baby
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| We all laugh and sigh
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| And when the world on the ground
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| Is gonna swallow you down
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind
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| There is a time for shouting
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| There is a time to fight
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| And if your heart’s wide open you might start to get the notion
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| That nothing’s going right
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| But if you’re wise you know that sometimes, baby
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| It don’t help to yell and cry
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| And when the world makes you frown
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| Don’t let it swallow you down
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind
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| You know the world keeps turning without you, baby
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| But it’s ok to yell and cry
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| And when the ghosts on your screen, they demand to be seen
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay ‘em no mind
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| Pay ‘em no mind"
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| Up by the window of the seventh floor
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| My little bird’s getting ready to fly
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| She’s had enough of the world down below her
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| And now she’s looking up at the sky
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| She says, «we all have our notions, baby
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| We all laugh and sigh
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| And when the world on the ground
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| Is gonna swallow you down
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind» |