Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true
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When all eyes have turned aside
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They used to talk to you
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And people on the street seem to disapprove
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So you keep moving away
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And forget what you wanted to say
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Little bird, little bird
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Brush your gray wings on my head
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Say what you said, say it again
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They tell me I'm crazy
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But you told me I'm golden
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Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie
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Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind
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We are all buildings and people inside
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Never know who'll walk through the door
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Is it someone that you've met before?
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Little bird, little bird
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Brush your gray wings on my head
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Say what you said, say it again
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They tell me I'm crazy
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But you told me I'm golden
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I know what I know
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A wind in the trees
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And a road that goes winding under
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From here I see rain, I hear thunder
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Somewhere there's sun, and you don't need a reason
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Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
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Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone
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Open your window and look upon
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All the kinds of alive you can be
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Be still, be light, believe me
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Little bird, little bird
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Brush your gray wings on my head
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Say what you said, say it again
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They tell me I'm crazy
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But you told me I'm golden
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I'm golden
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Little Bird
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The Weepies |