Walking on his highways
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We leave the land
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And float inside the dark, black water
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Robin flies again
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She flew low over the highways
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And I saw the wind
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Blowing back her barbie doll hair
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Robin flies again
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And in a kitchen in Kentucky
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She thinks she's Peter Pan
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And in the bottom of a concrete basement
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Robin flies again
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Opened
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| The Breeders |
