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Look at the cloud above the bus stop |
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It's in the shape of you and I |
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Swarming around us in an ever shifting circle |
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In the sky |
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Look at me down there on the viaduct |
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Covered in grease and lime and scales |
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Murmuring thank you, thank you to the Romsey gravel |
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And the gales |
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Ooh |
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A happy bird is a filthy bird |
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A happy bird is a filthy bird |
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Soaring away above the chessboard |
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Many's the eagle on the wing |
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Checking their instruments before they bomb the children |
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As they sing |
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("There's a place for everything") |
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A happy bird is a filthy bird |
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A happy bird is a filthy bird |
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Splash my cold enamel with blood |
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A rendezvous with stone will leave you bleeding |
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Step by step I set your face in stone |
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Look at the massacre on cable |
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But you know it won't happen here |
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We're all too busy watching massacres on cable |
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Oh, yeah |
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Ooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird |
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Ooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird |
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Ooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird |
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Ooh, a happy bird is a filthy bird |
