| Oh, you little sparrows on a swaying branch
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| Singing to the cars up on the overpass
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| When you fly away from here take me with you when you go
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| A herd of antelope, a sea of redwood trees
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| Schools of shining fish and a thousand buzzing bees
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| Over winter parking lots the passing geese
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| Rising in the air little dandelion seeds
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| When you fly away from here please don’t leave me when you go
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| If I were Jonah thrown into the raging sea
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| I would not fear the whale that came to swallow me
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| Oh, you paper cups rolling down the windy street
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| Oh, you little ants winding through the tangled weeds
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| Where you’re going I don’t care, take me with you when you go |