Bird, you've so many hearts on your sleeve.
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One for each feather,
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though you never see,
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blue eyes blink bright lights
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through leaves on the trees
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from seeds that did grow where you sowed.
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You'll never have nowhere to go.
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Look at this silver and gold,
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shook through a tangle of thorns.
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Bird, we've so many days spent beside
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this sulk of a river,
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now we're deep down dyed
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into the marrow, out with the tide,
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with all that you have and I hold.
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You'll never have nowhere to go.
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Your heart, it holds more than your hands,
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not bought or sold, more than mountains.
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Look at this silver and gold.
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You'll never have nowhere to go.
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Nowhere To Go
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Lisa Hannigan |