sun shining through closed blinds,
at the break of the day
the birds, they sang.
"Start again," I heard them say.
And they're on to something,
I know they are. I caught on
long before they knew.
What they don't know,
is that I can fly.
My arms turn wings,
Oh, those clumsy things
Send me up to that wonderful world
And then I'm up with the birds.
Oh, those clumsy things
Send me up to that wonderful world
And then I'm up with the birds.
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