| Ever since you moved out
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| I’ve been living in the park
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| I’d rather talk to the wind
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| Than an empty apartment
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| And I wish I could forget
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| How a billion birds flew in
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| My hollow, dying heart
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| The first time I touched your arm
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| Once there were a billion passenger pigeons
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| So many flew by they darkened the sky
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| But they were clubbed and shot, netted, gassed and burned
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| Until there was nothing left but vines of empty nests
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| I can’t believe how easily
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| A billion birds can disappear
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| The park is empty now
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| It’s so cold out
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| And all the paddle boats
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| Are covered up with snow
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| Once again it’s dark
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| The electric lights snap on
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| But I’m still sitting here
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| Drinking frozen beer
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| And throwing potato chips
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| Into the white snowdrifts
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| Just in case a bird decides
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| To fly through hinter night
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| I can’t believe how easily
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| A billion birds can disappear
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| Oh, I can’t believe how easily
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| A billion birds can disappear |