| Not in my arms, but on my mind —
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| Yes, on my mind, but not in my arms.
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| Time passes by
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| And I watch her fly —
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| Yes, I watch her fly,
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| And time passes by.
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| Though it’s hard for me,
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| I’m going to leave her free
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| 'Cause that would be the best philosophy.
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| Then she’ll come to me.
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| So I feel that to be real that…
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| This little bird, she can fly away;
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| No salt on her tail —
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| No cage to make her stay.
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| Though it’s har d for me,
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| I’m going to leave her free
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| Because that would be the best philosophy.
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| She’ll come to me.
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| So I feel that to be real…
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| This little bird she can fly away;
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| No salt on her tail.
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| No, she can fly away…
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| (No cage to make her stay)
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| No cage to maker her stay…
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| (No cage to make her stay)
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| This little bird can fly away…
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| (No cage to make her stay)
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| (No cage to make her stay) |