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That bird's ready I know |
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He's tired of being alone |
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He's working all on his own |
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Building himself a home |
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And take that finch when he sings |
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And if you listen close |
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You may even hear them say |
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Will our love ever end (woah no) |
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Will you stop being my best friend (woah no) |
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Will you speak harsh words to me (woah no) |
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Singin', The story of love in the leaves |
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Before the winter takes hold |
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And the figs are dry and cold |
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The birds all meet in the tree |
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And confess love's what they need |
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Perform love on their limbs |
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And sing one of love's true hyms |
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And if you listen close |
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You can even hear them say |
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Will you ever not treat me right (woah no) |
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Are you ever gonna hold me down (woah no) |
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Will you get tired of holding me tight (woah no) |
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Looks like the story of love grows, alright |
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Will our love ever end (woah no) |
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Will you let the dog shake our tree (woah no) |
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Will you stop being my best friend (woah no) |
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Looks like the story of love never ends |
