There's some things I don't have now
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Some things I don't talk about
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These things are between myself and I
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In my thick skull the joker hides
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There's consequences I'm scared to taste
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Cold hard truths I can't face
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These days are different than the past
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Reflections change in the looking glass
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And everywhere I look there's something to learn
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A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
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A hatful of quarters and a naked song
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Don't answer the question of where we belong
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How come birds
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Don't fall from the sky when they die?
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How come birds
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Always look for a quiet place to hide
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These words
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Can't explain what I feel inside?
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Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
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These independent moves I make
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This confidence I try to fake
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You can hear the beating of my heart
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But not a feather falling in the dark
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And everything I hear never makes any sense
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Another old prophet perched on the fence
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A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
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Don't answer the question of what I am to you
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Birds
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Elton John |