I look up to the little bird
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That glides across the sky
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He sings the clearest melody
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It makes me want to cry
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It makes me want to sit right down
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and cry cry cry
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I walk along the city streets
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So dark with rage and fear
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And I...
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I wish that I could be that bird
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And fly away from here
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I wish I had the wings to fly away from here
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But my my I feel so low
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My my where do I go ?
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My my what do I know ?
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My my we reap what we sow
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They always said that you knew best
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But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
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I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
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So I've just got to put these wings to test
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For I am just a troubled soul
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Who's weighted...
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Weighted to the ground
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Give me the strength to carry on
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Till I can lay this burden down
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Give me the strength to lay this burden down down down yeah
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Give me the strength to lay it down
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But my my I feel so low
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My my where do I go ?
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My my what do I know ?
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My my we reap what we sow
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They always said that you knew best
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But this little bird's fallen out of that nest now
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I've got a feeling that it might have been blessed
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So I've just got to put these wings to test
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Little Bird
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Annie Lennox |