| We’re just a bird who fell to shore
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| No grace in how things end I know
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| But its true
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| Some life does shine on through
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| Will we slowly reappear
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| Little walks until we’re new?
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| Now in some car
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| I drive too fast
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| Outrace some memories, I guess
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| Yes I know, but love just won’t let go
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| Can I slowly disappear
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| And drive like someone new?
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| Arms are hungry but they don’t know
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| If you will come by here again
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| And the summer just whisper on
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| All these sad songs must come to an end
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| It’s my bird, I will let it go
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| Yes, I know
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| Aw, and then I won’t sing no more
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| We’re just a pattern in the wild
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| We line right up and tell the times
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| To not change
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| How can we remain
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| When sun and showers reappear
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| And this is how we grow?
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| Arms are hungry but they don’t know
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| If you will come by here again
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| And the summer just whispers on
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| But these sad songs must come to an end
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| It’s my bird, I will let it go
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| Yes, I know
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| And then I won’t sing no more
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| We’re just a bird who fell to shore
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| I love you, dear
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| Be safe, you know?
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| And it’s true that life does shine on through
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| And these hours disappear
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| Like the skies that we once knew
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| Ah |