| A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
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| She had fodder in her wings
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| She had dust inside her brains
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| She flitted here and there
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| United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
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| With fodder in her wings
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| And dust inside her brains
 | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad
 | 
| She watched the people, how they live
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| They’ve forgotten how to give
 | 
| They had fodder in they’re brains
 | 
| They had dust inside they’re wings
 | 
| She watched them how they tried to live
 | 
| They’ve forgotten how to give
 | 
| They had fodder in they’re wings
 | 
| They had dust inside they’re brains
 | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad
 | 
| A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
 | 
| She had fodder in her wings
 | 
| She had dust inside her brains
 | 
| She flitted here and there
 | 
| United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
 | 
| With fodder in her wings
 | 
| And dust inside her brains
 | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad. | 
| Oh how sad
 | 
| She watched the people, how they live
 | 
| They’ve forgotten how to give
 | 
| They had fodder in they’re brains
 | 
| They had dust inside they’re wings
 | 
| She watched them how they tried to live
 | 
| They’ve forgotten how to give
 | 
| They had fodder in they’re wings
 | 
| They had dust inside they’re brains |