Your pink parakeet still waits for you to free her
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So I've kept this cage closed tightly when I feed her
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Your room is locked up solid and the key's here 'round my neck
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Your soul and property I still protect
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No this world won't understand you or accept you
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You'll need someone just like me to hold the wolves at bay
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I love you like a sculptor loves his chistle and his stone
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How can you go with all the love I've shown
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I've invested many precious hours of training
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Your poise, your grace, your youthful face is fading
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And without me you will falter, and confuse and soon go blind
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I know what scares you there inside your mind
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Now without you to advise I'm feeling weaker
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This game's no fun to play without a teacher
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And without my guide and councel you will surely die alone
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I demand you back, look at the love I've shown
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Now I've never been unfaithful 'til this moment
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You've made me now investigate my life
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My scars and stitches shown, I've been stripped now to the bone
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Look what you've done with all the love I've shown
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Now what word, maybe somewhere will finally trip you?
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How cool of you to do this thing to me
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And I know you'll always fail, I always did
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But I hold no grudge or groan
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How could I now, with all the love I've shown
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With all the love I've shown
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Pink parakeet
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Stan Ridgway |