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And for my opening line |
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I'm not trying to indicate my state of mind. |
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I turn you on, |
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I tell you that I'm laughing just to keep from crying |
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And bringing music when you hear it, |
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Keep on trying to get near it. |
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A little rhythm for your spirit |
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Oh but that's what it's for |
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Come on in, here's the door |
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And I've seen a sparrow get high |
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Wasting time in the sky |
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He thinks it's easy to fly |
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He's just a little bit freer than I |
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Down here on the ground |
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When you find folks are giving you the runaround |
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Get your game uptight |
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And if you must just take your secrets underground |
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Politicians are trying to speech you |
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Mad colour watchers are trying to teach you |
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Very few will really try to reach you |
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If you're lost in a stack |
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That's OK, come on back |
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Now I'd be the last to deny |
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That I'm just an average guy |
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Each little bird in the sky |
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Is just a little bit freer than I |
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Say, ordinary Joe |
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Although they say you're just a lazy so-and-so |
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What they think is real |
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Is nothing but an animated puppet show |
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So don't let time and space confuse you |
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And don't let name and form abuse you |
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Well let Big Joe Williams blues you |
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In the light of the sun you can see how they run |
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Oh I've seen a sparrow get high |
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Wasting time in the sky |
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He thinks it's easy to fly |
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He's just a little bit freer than I |