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Tell me do, something true, true of you and me |
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That we're too busy living through, too busy to see. |
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What is it that we do makes us what we are |
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If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars ? |
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Who are we ? what we got ? are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales. |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales |
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- instrumental verse - |
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Who are we ? what we got ? are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales. |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales |
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God's a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats |
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With a fear that is biblical under our hats |
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Who are we ? what we got ? are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales. |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales |
