Me like to go down to the Church
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and drink some Holy Water,
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but I don't like it... the priest don't like it,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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you live life free like a birdie,
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cuz me likes to sing... me likes what me do,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Me like to go under the sink
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and drink some magic potion,
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but the doctor don't like it... Mr. Harry don't like it,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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you live life free like a birdie,
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cuz me likes to sing... me likes what me do,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Me likes to go down to the park
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and take them nuts from them squirrels,
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but the squirrels don't like it... Mr Harry don't like it,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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you live life free like a birdie,
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cuz me likes to sing... me likes what me do,
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and me can't seem to help it.
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Free As A Birdie
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| Mindless Self Indulgence |
