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piece of my heart. And every bird that sings. Speaks the stolen words of my heart. Ah ooh. You know that I feel you. Ah ooh. You know that I feel you. Ah ooh. You know that I feel. You know, you know that
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side. You know, I'd like to keep you. Just like I know it's wrong to try. Just like my baby is born to cry. Every bird that sings is born to fly. . One day without you. And I feel just like some
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side. You know, I'd like to keep you. Just like I know it's wrong to try. Just like my baby is born to cry. Every bird that sings is born to fly. . One day without you. And I feel just like some
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side. You know, I'd like to keep you. Just like I know it's wrong to try. Just like my baby is born to cry. Every bird that sings is born to fly. . One day without you. And I feel just like some
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side. You know, I'd like to keep you. Just like I know it's wrong to try. Just like my baby is born to cry. Every bird that sings is born to fly. . One day without you. And I feel just like some
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. they don't know what they're doin to me. keeping me from flying. that's why i say that i know. wgy the caged bird sings. only joy comes from song. she's so rare and beautiful to others. why not just set
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I look up to the little bird. That glides across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit right down. And cry, cry, cry, yeah I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird. That glides across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit right down. And cry, cry, cry, yeah I walk along the city
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easier that way My heart sings when I think of you, that is what you do. A melody that will settle me, that is just the thought of you. My heart sings and it's time you knew, yeah. My heart sings I'm
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easier that way My heart sings when I think of you, that is what you do. A melody that will settle me, that is just the thought of you. My heart sings and it's time you knew, yeah. My heart sings I'm
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Song I Was A Bird - Mary Chapin Carpenter. I was a bird that loved to fly. Catching the wind as it went south. And I could touch every inch of sky. And the sweetest songs trilled from my mouth But
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I look up to the little bird that across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit back down and cry, cry, cry, yeah. . I walk along the city
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I was a bird that loved to fly. Catching the wind as it went south. And I could touch every inch of sky. And the sweetest songs trilled from my mouth But I'm no bird anyone can see. And there's
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What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word Desiring to lower her standards. They watch every
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What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word Desiring to lower her standards. They watch every
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There's a little bird that somebody sends. Down to the earth to live on the wind. Borne on the wind and he sleeps on the wind. This little bird that somebody sends He's light and fragile and
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light through my bedroom window. But I ain't got * but the pad and pencil. I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday". I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have
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ten times ten. Ain't worked up my courage yet. But that's me every chance I get!. . Picture a fellow at a picture show. His arm around you in the very last row. Stealin' a kiss as the credits roll
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When blood sees blood of it's own. It sings to see itself again. It sings to hear the voice it's known. It sings to recognize the face One body split and passed along the line. From the shoulder
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You're beautiful, that's for sure. You'll never ever fade. You're lovely, but it's not for sure. That I won't ever change. And though my love is rare. Though my love is true. . I'm like a bird
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. Though I tried not to hurt you. Yeah, I tried. But I guess that's why they say. Chorus. Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song. Every
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. Though I tried not to hurt you. Yeah, I tried. But I guess that's why they say. Chorus. Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song. Every
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. They hate her because she is chosen. And has not denied Jesus' name. 4. Desiring to lower her standard. They watch every move that she makes. They long to find fault with her teachings. But really
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There's a little bird that somebody sends. Down to the earth to live on the wind. Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind. This little bird that somebody sends. . He's light and fragile and
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who waits for her day. It's a patience that she can afford. 'Cause on Sundays she sings for the Lord. She sings for free. Freedom to worship and wait. In the light of the one she adores. She sings for
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Every time my ship comes in. A hurricane blows it out again. Stormy weather seems to hang around my door. My sweet bird of paradise. Flew the coop on me last night. Oh, and every time it rains
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saxophone. Just try my recipe. And I'm sure you'll agree. That a little jazz bird. Is the only kind of bird to be. SCATTING. When the going gets rough,. You will find your troubles all have flown. If you
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absurd. Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve I hear your sorrow, may lose tomorrow. You'll lose you sorrow. When a fated weather will cleanse away. That painted feather and all that sorrow
