(John Phillips)
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Not in my arms, but on my mind -
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Yes, on my mind, but not in my arms.
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Time passes by
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And I watch her fly -
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Yes, I watch her fly,
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And time passes by.
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Though it's hard for me,
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I'm going to leave her free
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'Cause that would be the best philosophy.
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Then she'll come to me.
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So I feel that to be real that...
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This little bird, she can fly away;
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No salt on her tail -
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No cage to make her stay.
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Though it's har d for me,
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I'm going to leave her free
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Because that would be the best philosophy.
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She'll come to me.
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So I feel that to be real...
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This little bird she can fly away;
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No salt on her tail.
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No, she can fly away...
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(No cage to make her stay)
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No cage to maker her stay...
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(No cage to make her stay)
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This little bird can fly away...
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(No cage to make her stay)
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(No cage to make her stay)
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No Salt On Her Tail
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
