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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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My voluptuary bird of paradise |
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I fold your wings |
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I won't think twice |
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If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend |
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Then ecstasy would be my end |
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Don't be contrite, let's take flight |
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I might not feel this open again |
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Strutting peacock with azure plumes |
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Come into my cage, I mean my room! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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It's intoxicating for me to fantasize like this |
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I'd rather be anywhere than this flea-bitten dive |
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A funky motel room with a kleig light outside |
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A lincoln laying rubber, spraying gravel at the door |
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Don't be contrite, let's take flight! |
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I might not feel this need again |
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Swaggering tough, with youth's cruel bloom |
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Come in into my cage, I mean my room! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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We're from the same jungle |
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Our existence depends on our underhanded games |
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There's no money in the mattress |
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No release for your veins |
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We're just two jive street fighters, so don't complain |
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Don't be contrite, let's take flight! |
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I might not feel this sane again |
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Alley commando, denium dragoon |
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Come into my rage, I mean my room! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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Birds of a feather |
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Flock together |
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Yes they do, yes! |
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I'm not worth a damn |
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Lost in the stars |
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A roamer's flesh, watering eyes |
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Your smoldering reckless |
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So insinuating I'm a victim of passion |
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In fact a vapid melting bruise, falling bewildered |
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Birds of a feather, falling bewildered |
