Three little birds, sat on my window.
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And they told me I don´t need to worry.
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Summer came like cinnamon
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So sweet,
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Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
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Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it´s alright
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The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
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Oh, don´t you hesitate.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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You´re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
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Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
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Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
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(just relax, just relax)
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Don´t you let those other boys fool you,
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Gotta love that afro hairdo.
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Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it´s alright
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The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
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Don´t you think it´s strange?
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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You´re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
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Just more than I could take, pity for pity´s sake
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Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
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When you gonna realise, that you don´t even have to try any longer.
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Do what you want to.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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Oh, You´re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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put your records on
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| Corinne Bailey Rae |
