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It's easy sometimes when you just coast along |
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But like it or not something always seems to go wrong |
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Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down |
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Sometimes they will have you there 'cause they need someone around |
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Perhaps you'll receive invitations for tea |
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Or perhaps you'll laugh and you make them all smile |
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Or maybe join them 'cause it had to be |
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Perhaps you'll forget that you've forgot for awhile |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Like whippets they dance in a curly-queue dance |
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Of pulses and ringing and campfire chants |
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Of ritual drumming although at first glance |
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You thought you could run but you won't take a chance |
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It's not an experience if they can't bring someone along |
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They hang on emotions they bottle inside |
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They peck at the ground and they strut out of stride |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |
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Birds of a feather are flocking outside |