"...to the west side
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they still believe in things"*
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I reached between my legs
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And found a silver screw
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I held it up and straight out to you
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I wish that you would take it
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My house got split in half again
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That leaves four lorn shares
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Even if everyone wanted some
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There wouldn't be enough to go around
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We got our own now
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Everybody gonna be alright
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So there's five little birds right now
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And they're flying manic around right now
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Six if you're counting the Eskimo
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But he never got used to the weather
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So he was more than happy to go
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Everybody gonna be alright
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Monkey mouth and a stethoscope
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She says honey, we don't want no kids
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There's not enough hope
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Chocolate Dog tells me better jokes
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And he keeps his own room clean
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And Hummingbird is on fire
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But at least that girl don't smoke
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Everybody gonna be alright
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Five Little Birds
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| Holly Palmer |
