| Birds on the wing at the, end of the day
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| The trees of green and brown you see
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| Have suddenly turned grey
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| Don’t be too sad when you’re, waiting for (dad?/death?)
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| The message on the garden wall says
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| Mickey Mouse is bad
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| Oooh, I need, I need, I need, I need a
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| The broken arrows in the door, there’s lots of Indians
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| Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
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| The grass that grows above your hair
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| The pretty patterned teddy bear
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| Ah ah ah
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| Ah ah, ah ah
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| Yeah yeah 'eah
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| Her baby cries in the, heat of the night
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| Her footsteps up the stairs
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| Her mother’s there to hold her tight, yeah
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| Happy young child and his, dog running wild
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| Spring is in the air
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| And they’ve been running for a mile
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| There goes that little girl again
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| The years have passed, but all in vain
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| The birds have fallen, from the trees
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| And it is told, these old memories
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| What of the old men who
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| A stand there so still
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| A looking at the stars
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| You’re bringing to your windowsill, yeah
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| Where is old Betty
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| The, woman who scrubbed
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| Perhaps she passed away
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| Shes very old but very good
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| Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
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| The broken arrows in the door, there’s lots of Indians
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| Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
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| The grass that grows above your hair
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| The pretty patterned teddy bear
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| Ah ah ah
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| Ah ah, ah ah
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| Yeah yeah, yeah
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| A why did this happen, where, did I do wrong
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| I know that now I’m home
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| I’m not too young
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| And their not long
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| Birds on the wing at the, end of the day
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| The trees of green and brown you see
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| Have suddenly turned grey |