| You count on the birds, you count on the birds
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| You count on them to represent your longing
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| You count on the birds, you count on the birds
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| You count on them to represent your longing
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| Suddenly last summer the outdoors has gone warmer
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| The sun would go down lo longer
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| The birds didn’t have to go to Sahara
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| You can watch the birds and you can count the birds
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| But don’t count on them to represent your longing
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| You can watch the birds and you can count the birds
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| But don’t count on them to represent your longing
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| The lazy birds move nowhere
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| Sitting in a field, flapping their wings
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| What fun it is to watch them if they never went
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| Been hiding lately. |
| Been out of function
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| Been hibernating. |
| Been looking at birds
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| Burdened by something I have to get rid of
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| Been making myself a better world
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| Now please call the boys, please call the boys
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| Tell them to put on their dancing shoes now
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| Tomorrow will set me off along a thousand roads
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| See I make everything new now
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
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| Oh, look mere Mama, look at the birds
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| The movement has moved inward
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| The feathers are shaking and the beaks are chattering
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| Now do you like to watch, like to watch the birds?
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| Now do you like to watch, like to watch the birds?
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| Now do you like to watch, like to watch the birds?
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| Now do you like to watch, like to watch the birds?
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| Now please call the boys, please call the boys
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| Tell them to put on their dancing shoes now
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| Tomorrow will set me off along a thousand roads
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| See I make everything new now
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go. |
| It’s the going I’m after!
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| I wannna go, go, go, go, go, go, go! |