A trip today,
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about seventeen times.
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I was walking down the street,
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saying "Keep in line, keep in line"
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I wandered for about 17 feet.
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Found my destination,
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it was right across the street.
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The park was nice,
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the bums were chilling.
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I dime for advice,
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that was you.
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I was willing,
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to hear a chill bum having something to say.
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Besides, here's a cup,
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give me money while I lay.
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Perched up in a tree,
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spread your wings,
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and then chose me.
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You see.
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'Cos I was feeling fine.
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Pigeon Penelope,
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eventually you will leave me alone.
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It's just a matter of time.
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Eyed the bird,
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then my friend appeared.
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He said:
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"Imani how you feeling? 'Cos you acting kinda weird."
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Mind went blank,
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I couldn't explain.
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Came up with something fast,
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to prove that I was sane.
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"It's that thing above me, not you sir, don't worry."
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A bit disturbed,
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left in a hurry.
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Hand shake,
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kiss on the cheek.
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"You need some time, I'll see you in a week."
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Perched up in a tree,
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spread your wings,
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and then chose me.
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You see,
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that I was feeling fine.
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Pigeon Penelope,
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eventually you will leave me alone.
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It's just a matter of time.
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Down came your little package.
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Knocked me right off my feet.
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If I could I swear I'd kill you.
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Sugar cube's sure taste sweet,
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with a pigeon.
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Perched up in a tree,
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spread your wings,
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and then chose me.
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You see,
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that I was feeling fine.
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Pigeon Penelope,
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eventually you will leave me alone.
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It's just a matter of time.
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Pigeon Penelope
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| Imani Coppola |
