The birds have all flown underground,
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The trees bend down to touch the sky.
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Silence is now the only sound,
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We wait for pigs not birds to fly.
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They had a lot to say, had a lot to say,
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say.
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What is wrong with the birds?
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Please, Buffy tell me what it is.
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They don't sing anymore,
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And it gets harder every year
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To remind them of the tune.
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We have to help them soon,
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Will you help me sing?
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We are the birds,
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We know the words,
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But we just don't want to sing.
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Well, I think I overheard their plan
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When I was walking all alone.
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They took a vow to sing again
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When the cow jumps over the moon.
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say,
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say.
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What is wrong with the birds?
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Well, Buffy tell me what it is.
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They don't sing anymore,
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And I don't think they will again.
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Can you teach the pigs the tune?
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So we can hear it soon.
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Will you help them sing?
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We are the birds,
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We know the words,
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But we just don't want to sing.
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say,
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They had a lot to say, a lot to say.
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They had so much to say, so much to say.
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They had so much to say, so much to say.
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It's hard to walk with shaking legs,
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It's hard to talk with shattered teeth.
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Well, it's getting late for birds like me.
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My song will cease, I'll rest my wings.
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The Pot Bellied Goddess
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| He Is Legend |
