| Oh, people they can be so unkind
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| If they’re not happy
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| If they can’t speak their mind
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| But unwind the needle just to find
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| One more line, one more line
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| Oh, people they got something to say
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| They can be carried or be carried away
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| But it takes bricks and mortar
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| Hmm, to speak your mind
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| So keep puttin' 'em down, put 'em down
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| That bird had a song to sing
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| Something to say
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| Is it still here
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| Or has it flown away?
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| Oh, this morning
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| It had something to say
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| Is it still here
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| Or has it flown away? |
| Mm
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| Well, it reminds of a time
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| Where my memories fade
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| Thoughts ain’t sharp
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| Unless they’re laid
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| But if I can’t remember
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| Will I feel it again?
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| All I need’s a piece of paper and pen
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| But you can take a photograph
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| Or you can just be there
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| Oh, do you need to remember
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| Or can you just be there?
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| If I kept my promise
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| Would we still be friends?
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| If I remember
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| oh, will I feel it again?
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| Yeah, that bird had a song to sing
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| Something to say
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| Is it still here
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| Or has it flown away?
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| Oh, this morning
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| It had something to say
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| Is it still here
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| Or has it flown away? |
| Mm-hmm
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| Sometimes I question and I wonder
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| Why I just can’t say?
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| Anger can take your mind
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| Until it’s carried away
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| But it’s just not fair
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| It don’t make no sense
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| But I wrote it down
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| I wrote it down |