| There’s a big bird flying low
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| Across the open plain
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| There’s a big wheel turning round
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| Where I left your name
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| We could turn this car around
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| Admit to a mistake
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| Find another road
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| But they all look the same
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| All I want to do
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| All I want to do
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| Is rise
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| All I want to do
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| Is put clothes on the skeleton
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| It’s no good just standing there
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| The door is kicked
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| The lock is blown
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| Half of everything is gone
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| From half of everything I own
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| There;s an element of truth
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| In all that’s said and done
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| Like new clothes for a skeleton |