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The little bird hangin' in your purse |
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Traveling bag and you never take him out |
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Little creatures flying off the beach |
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A little prisoner you can lock up in a cage |
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Tropical birds love to get away |
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You wanna keep 'em but they never wanna stay |
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Little creatures, innocent and free |
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Your twisted sisters only wanna clip their wings |
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I've kept their coats, my love |
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It's the colorful feathers that hold me together |
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And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor |
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When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside |
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I don't know what it is but it is magic |
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It's the colorful feathers that hold me together |
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And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor |
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When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside |
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I don't know what it is but it's magic |
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
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