| You’re broken by the waves among the sea
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| They’ll let you die, they’ll let you wash away
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| But you swim as well as you fly
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| Pretty little bird
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| Pretty little bird
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| You’ve hit the window a few times
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| The window a few times
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| You’re pretty little bird
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| Pretty little bird
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| You still ain’t scared of no heights
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| When the spiral down feels as good as the flight
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| When hating you feels good for the night
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| When the morning comes I hope you’re still mine
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| When the morning comes
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| If the morning comes
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| When the morning comes
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| If the morning comes
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| When the morning comes
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| If the morning comes
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| Told you I like gentle giants so you softened up
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| And you been jack’n, bean’n, stalk’n just to get to me love
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| I wanna be your golden goose
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| I wanna shave my legs for you
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| I wanna take all of my hair down and let you lay in it
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| Spread all of my limbs out and let you lay in it
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| Pretty little birds
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| Pretty little birds
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| Do you mean every word you mean, every word?
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| Pretty little girls
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| Pretty little girls
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| We hit the window a few times
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| Lately I feel like I’m robbin' myself
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| Like I’m robbin' mines
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| Diamond cerebral peek into your cortex
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| Be faithful and free and just play in your vortex
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| I see you lying and you fly by the pound
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| Fly by the ounce
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| Fly to the south
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| Don’t mind them bitches that’s cleanin' my house
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| Lord, you can see, lord
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| You can see heights that niggas can’t afford
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| I see them lights and you look for that shit
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| Fuck all that playin', you pray for that shit
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| But my wings don’t spread like they used to
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| But I wanna fly with you
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| 'Til we hit the heavens
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| But my wings don’t spread like they used to
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| But I wanna fly with you
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| 'Til we hit the heavens
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| 'Til we hit the heavens |