| I talk too much, I always do
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| 'Til sense is lost along with truth
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| Your silence is the harmony
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| To every word I truly mean
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| Your mind is like a rare bird
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| Flying high above the cold world
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| Slow dancing in the thermals
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| Singing songs no one’s ever heard
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| So why’d they want to cage you
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| Clip wings and try to tame you
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| You were meant to be free
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| Though state of fugue and breach of trust
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| I see you new again my love
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| You hold so much so gracefully
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| From miracle to tragedy
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| Your mind is like a rare bird
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| Flying high above the cold world
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| Slow dancing in the thermals
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| Singing songs no one’s ever heard
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| So why’d he want to cage you
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| Clip wings and try to tame you
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| You were meant to be free
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| Some shine brighter than the sun
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| Too brilliant to gaze upon
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| And rarer than rhodium
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| Hear me, wherever you are tonight
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| You better be flying high
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| You’d better be flying high
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| Your mind is like a rare bird
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| Flying high above the cold world
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| Slow dancing in the thermals
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| Singing songs no one’s ever heard
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| So why’d I want to cage you
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| Clip wings and try to tame you
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| You were meant to be free |