| Mr. Kingfisher high in your tree
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| It’s so green but can’t you tell
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| Your land is barren as the moon
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| Looks like it’s going to hell
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| Oh, Kingfisher why don’t you fly
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| Surely that would help the plants to grow
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| If only you would do just as you should
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| But there’s one other way I know
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| In your high nest, above the cracked desert
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| Drinking your life away
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| Leave a cup for the third with us
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| Leave a cup for me
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| Your sharp beak sword breaks
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| Right when I need it most
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| Oh, Kingfisher, know that’s okay
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| I have with me a lance fence post
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| In your high nest, above the cracked desert
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| Drinking your life away
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| Leave a cup for the third with us
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| Leave a cup for me
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| And someday you’ll fly away
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| To war, to hunt, to tend a field
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| Without my help is the only way
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| To help yourself, or the fate is sealed
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| In your high nest, above the cracked desert
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| Drinking your life away
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| Leave a cup for the third with us
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| Leave a cup for me, Kingfisher
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| Leave a cup for me
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| Leave a cup for me |