| I was ready outside my hotel room
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| My picks and my strings, my bird of doom
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| She was, nearly stepping getting loaded
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| Stranger things, we flew above it
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| Skinny outlaws with machine guns
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| The sheet was ripped like a crime scene
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| Like a crime scene
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| I ran in the hallway
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| But will I find
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| All that matters to me
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| That peace of mide
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| Two skinny outlaws in da hotel room
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| Two happy ass birds flying on the moon
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds
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| Free as birds
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| I was in the backstage into the bloom
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| The bass line dropped me in the groove
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| But, I was feeling like something was missing me
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| Stranger things, I dreamed about it
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| I ran in the hallway
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| But will I find
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| All that matters to me
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| That peace of mide
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| Two skinny outlaws in da hotel room
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| Two happy ass birds flying on the moon
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds
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| Free as birds
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| I ran in the hallway
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| But will I find
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| All that matters to me
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| That peace of mide |
| Two skinny outlaws in da hotel room
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| Two happy ass birds flying on the moon
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds, free as birds
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| We felt free as birds
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| Free as birds |