[MARIE MARIANNE]
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Honest bird, simple bird
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Just longing to be spreading the word
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Feeling the rain, feeling the sun
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But your time has not come
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Your song is not heard
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Honest bird
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[MALE CHORUS]
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Singing is forbidden in the fig tree
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Singing is forbidden in the olive tree
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Singing is forbidden in the pear tree
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No singing in the olive or the fig or the pear tree
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[MALE CHORUS & CHILDREN]
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No more singing in the fig tree
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No more singing in the pear tree
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Someone's hanging in the olive
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There's someone hanging in the olive tree
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Singing in the fig tree, that's forbidden
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Singing in the pear tee, that's forbidden
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Singing in the olive, that's forbidden
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Someone's hanging in the olive tree
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Someone's hanging in the olive tree
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[MARIE MARIANNE]
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You come to earth, you have no choice
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Could be a seamstress or serving girl
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Or butcher's boy
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Could be a dead beat
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Or one of the elite
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Maybe the bird ill find his voice
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And make a choice
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From all the wheat and all the chaff
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It's the knowledge that you glean
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Makes you what you'll be
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And the knowledge that you lack
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A rod for your own back
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Leaves you in purgatory
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Honest bird, simple bird
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Honest Bird, Simple Bird
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| Roger Waters |
