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Walking around I get tired |
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The same sensations all the time |
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I want something no one sells |
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I'd rather be somewhere else |
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Up,up,up where the birds go |
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Up,up,up where they fly |
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Up,up,up like a birdman |
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Up,up,up like a bird |
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Dirty floors and unmade beds |
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Can someone else go to work instead |
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Money to burn time to waste |
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I want a taste |
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Up,up,up where the birds go |
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Up,up,up where they fly |
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Up,up,up like a birdman |
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Up,up,up like a bird |
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It's a long way down |
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Street and houses people toytown |
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And from here to as fro |
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As I can see there's no one higher |
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Than me |
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Up he goes |
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Into the air |
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And I want to see |
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If he gets there |
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Before he falls |
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What ever else |
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He will fall |
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Depend on this |
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It's a long way down |
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Street and houses people toytown |
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And from here to as fas |
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As I can see there's no one higher |
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Than me |
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He says he has to fly |
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Says he has to fly |
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Says he has to fly |
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Well come on fly |
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Walking around I get tired |
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The same sensations all the time |
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I want something no one sells |
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I'd rather be somewhere else |
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Up,up,up where the birds go |
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Up,up,up where they fly |
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Up,up,up like a birdman |
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Up,up,up like a bird |
