You walk through the crowd with a curious smile in your face
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You look like you keeping a secret
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You stroll past the park and the houses and cars
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And all seems to pass right by your consciousness flare
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And you rush home with hand in your pocket
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You gently shake it ,
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Keeping safe what it contains
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Slide through the backdoor and rush up the stairs
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And you sit on the floor next to your bed
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You lifting it slowly to see if it's dead
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The wings twist aside it over it's head
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And you cry and you feel so powerless
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But at least you try ,
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You try to help it in your heart
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You know that's rare these days
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Sparrow
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Simian Ghost |