Thursday's child has far to go
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But there are things he needs to know
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Thursday's child is wondering why
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His apple has fallen from your eye
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Why are some birds blue?
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What is the taste of rain?
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Why are some birds blue?
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And why am I not with you?
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Thursday's child has love to give
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From a heart that's positive
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Thursday's child was born to sing
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Into your ear the sweetest things
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Why are some birds blue?
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What is the taste of rain?
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Why are some birds blue?
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And why am I not with you?
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Dreamers begin by opening their mind
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And throwing out the doubt they find
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Happiness is the freedom to be
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Within your sensuality
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Thursday's child has far to go
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And he still loves you so
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Thursday's child has only you
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And questionmarks to answer to
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Why are some birds blue?
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What is the taste of rain?
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Why are some birds blue?
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And why am I not with you?
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Some Birds Blue
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
