| Tell me do, something true, true of you and me
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| That we’re too busy living through, too busy to see
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| What is it that we do makes us what we are
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| If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars?
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| Who are we? |
| What we got? |
| Are we a firework show?
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| Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
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| Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone
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| I find it hard right now to name you one
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| Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales
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| If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
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| Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
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| Best agree you and me we’re probably nightingales
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| Who are we? |
| What we got? |
| Are we a firework show?
|
| Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
|
| Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone
|
| I find it hard right now to name you one
|
| Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales
|
| If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
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| Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
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| Best agree you and me we’re probably nightingales
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| God’s a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats
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| With a fear that is biblical under our hats
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| Who are we? |
| What we got? |
| Are we a firework show?
|
| Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago
|
| Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone
|
| I find it hard right now to name you one
|
| Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales
|
| If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice
|
| Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice
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| Best agree you and me we’re probably nightingales |