| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| My voluptuary bird of paradise
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| I fold your wings
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| I won’t think twice
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| If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend
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| Then ecstasy would be my end
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| Don’t be contrite, let’s take flight
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| I might not feel this open again
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| Strutting peacock with azure plumes
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| Come into my cage, I mean my room!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| It’s intoxicating for me to fantasize like this
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| I’d rather be anywhere than this flea-bitten dive
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| A funky motel room with a kleig light outside
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| A lincoln laying rubber, spraying gravel at the door
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| Don’t be contrite, let’s take flight!
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| I might not feel this need again
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| Swaggering tough, with youth’s cruel bloom
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| Come in into my cage, I mean my room!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| We’re from the same jungle
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| Our existence depends on our underhanded games
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| There’s no money in the mattress
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| No release for your veins
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| We’re just two jive street fighters, so don’t complain
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| Don’t be contrite, let’s take flight!
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| I might not feel this sane again
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| Alley commando, denium dragoon
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| Come into my rage, I mean my room!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| Birds of a feather
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| Flock together
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| Yes they do, yes!
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| I’m not worth a damn
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| Lost in the stars
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| A roamer’s flesh, watering eyes
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| Your smoldering reckless
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| So insinuating I’m a victim of passion
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| In fact a vapid melting bruise, falling bewildered
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| Birds of a feather, falling bewildered |