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The birds have all flown underground, |
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The trees bend down to touch the sky. |
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Silence is now the only sound, |
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We wait for pigs not birds to fly. |
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They had a lot to say, had a lot to say, |
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say. |
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What is wrong with the birds? |
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Please, Buffy tell me what it is. |
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They don't sing anymore, |
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And it gets harder every year |
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To remind them of the tune. |
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We have to help them soon, |
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Will you help me sing? |
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We are the birds, |
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We know the words, |
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But we just don't want to sing. |
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Well, I think |
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I overheard their plan |
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When I was walking all alone. |
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They took a vow to sing again |
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When the cow jumps over the moon. |
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say, |
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say. |
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What is wrong with the birds? |
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Well, Buffy tell me what it is. |
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They don't sing anymore, |
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And I don't think they will again. |
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Can you teach the pigs the tune? |
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So we can hear it soon. |
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Will you help them sing? |
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We are the birds, |
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We know the words, |
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But we just don't want to sing. |
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say, |
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say. |
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They had so much to say, so much to say. |
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They had so much to say, so much to say. |
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It's hard to walk with shaking legs, |
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It's hard to talk with shattered teeth. |
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Well, it's getting late for birds like me. |
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My song will cease, |
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I'll rest my wings. |
