| You’re such a heavy bird
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| You’d never get far on your own
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| You’ll never have a use for your feathers
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| While you’re hopping down the road
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| Yeah, you were born to walk the earth
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| Yeah, with your back against the cold
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| And no, you never had a purpose
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| 'Til I wore you on my back like a coat
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| You’re in your evening gloves
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| You’re off the farm taking big city drugs
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| No matter how far you get
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| Now let it sink in
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| Then I gave you roots
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| And baby, I gave you wings
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| Yeah, I gave you roots
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| And I gave you wings
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| And I showed you how to swing
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| Yah, I showed you how to strut
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| That’s my mojo you’re using
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| That’s my wine gtting you drunk
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| And it was I that broke you in
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| I got you cleaned, clipped and cut
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| And you’re a mule among horses
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| I took you when God stood you up
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| Now tell me, who could do more?
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| Set myself on fire keeping you warm
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| And now I’m off the hook
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| And he’s on your chin |