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Wild Bird flying |
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Sing a song that I can't capture |
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I'll make it up to you somehow |
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High my hat was hung there for a while |
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On a pole set up Norwegian style |
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Ready to show them what I can |
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Little bird came flying by |
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And as northern flames light up the sky |
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That bird was singing out of range |
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And I got lost into a haze |
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He couldn't pick me up so I took him down |
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To be the centre of my crown |
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And I thought he'd make the change |
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He was singing out of range |
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Wild bird flying |
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Sing a song I can't capture |
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I'll make it up to you |
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Wild bird flying |
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Sing a song I can't capture |
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I'll make it up to you |
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If you can understand and now |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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You know it will never be the same |
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Truly wild will never tame |
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And I think it is a shame |
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Cuz all of the sudden he stopped singing his song |
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I lost my mind and all went wrong |
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I've got a heavy hand |
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Wild bird flying |
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Sing a song I can't capture |
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I'll make it up to you |
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Wild bird flying |
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Sing a song I can't capture |
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I'll make it up to you |
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If you can understand and now |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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Wild bird flying |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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Wild bird flying |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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Wild bird flying |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
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Wild bird flying |
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I'm gonna make it up to you somehow |
