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After a heady night out on the tiles |
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As the the nightclubs spill onto the street |
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There's vodka and wine and blood in the gutters |
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The drunkards they mutter unsteady on their feet |
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Wouldn't it be fine to climb up on the roof |
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See the lights of the city spread out like a galaxy |
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And with a little Dutch courage inside of me |
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I'll take a leap of faith in search of proof |
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Here I sway as the hinge of the year swings around |
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One sip from the hip flask just might bring the ground a little nearer |
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Might bring these swirling lights clearer |
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Might just topple this fear |
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as the hinge of the year swings around |
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Searching for proof as these |
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That these feathers are no flight of fancy |
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For they've never been flown(?) |
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Been hiding them under my coat all the winter |
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But lately how they've grown |
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So have I, shot up like a weed through the concrete |
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I'm sweeter than honey dad, that's what they tell me |
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I make them so heady, a little unsteady on their feet |
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Until they run from me |
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Here I sway as the hinge of the year swings around |
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One sip from the hip flask just might bring the ground a little nearer |
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Might bring these swirling lights clearer |
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Might just topple this fear |
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as the hinge of the year swings around |
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I won't be anyone's stone carved angel |
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I'm gristle and feather and bone |
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I won't be anyone's bird in a cage |
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No freaks how on a stage |
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So leave me alone |
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I knew I was different ever since I hatched out |
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And I don't need to stumble on rooftops and shout |
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But here I sway as the hinge of the year swings around |
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One sip from the hip flask just might bring the ground a little nearer |
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Might bring these swirling lights clearer |
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Might just topple this fear |
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as the hinge of the year swings around |
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Here I sway as the hinge of the year swings around |
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One sip from the hip flask just might bring the ground a little nearer |
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Might bring these swirling lights clearer |
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Might just topple this fear |
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as the hinge of the year swings around |
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I'll take my first footing and part with my old friend the ground |
