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My baby is a redbird
Flying across the sky
My baby is a bluebird
Learning how to fly
Your feathers want to
Your feathers want to tickle me
In the shower she swims right by me
Freezing water so she's swimming rapidly
Clouds are sleeping
Sleepin in the sky
Over Sara's eyes
Lurking by the bed
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Surgery I stole from you
Surgery you stole from me
Have believe in apathy
Orange tree could be all a dream
All that I have seen of him
His money is such a lucky sin
Your eyes see sweet but your mouth tastes tin
The toothbrush is black
That's the place where you're at
And a snake holds the knife
And a snake holds a knife
All I see brings you close to me
All I do brings me close to you
Summer snake dance for dance's sake
Into faraway, into faraway, faraway
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I've never told this story to another living soul
For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold
Candles in a courtyard and a paper colored cat
While demos danced on feathers and cosmos held the hat
Next came their profession and a paper colored purr
An umber armed albino and the crowd began to stir
I slid behind a linden to swallow what I'd seen
I slid behind a linden and to swallow what I'd seen
Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air
Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air
And on the day you fall, who's name would you call
The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know,
How to start a fir once the umbers cease to glow
The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know,
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When I'm on my way for a nature walk
I don't start to sing then I'll start to talk
Where'd ya go Mrs. Sun?
Ya juice it on up
Re-tit on your tip
And you squeeze it on up
When I'm on my nerves on a shaky show
I don't start to warm 'til you start to glow
When your arms learn to breathe, they stick to your sleeve
When your sleeves learn to walk, your legs learn to leave
When your leaves learn to stay, your legs run away
I was born in May then he moved away
At the end of June into mid-July
Now I'm on my way
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Where'd ya go the red lagoon?
Are ya gonna be comin' back soon?
Sets stole your pack of goons and put them in this tune
I've never been to Minnesota, still I'd love to live in Maine
Never been to Salamanca, still I'd love to live in Spain
Where'd ya go the blue buffoon?
Your knuckles are out of tune
Your window doesn't face the moon
Are ya happy with whatcha prove?
I've never been to Minnesota, still I'd love to live in Maine
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Yes I love the man who took care of me
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Long song with words of all kinds
Song sung it sparkles and shines
You paint the pools that lye on their backs
Skip a stone and spit pass the cracks
Blue song sung loose on my knees
The wind sing for horseflies and bees
Well who knows, explain
Who knows, explain
The sea song besides your eyes fine
Your eyes note of colors and lines
The sad song as the weather hold hands
The love song stood loose but it stands
The movers moved away
The song sung let it stay
The sea song besides your eyes fine
Your eyes note of colors and lines
The sad song as the weather held hands
The love song stood loose but it stands
The movers moved away
The song sung let it stay
Well who knows, explain
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Old thunderbird all yellow
Old thunderbird all yellow
Old thunderbird all yellow
When the nighttime came
You looked the same
Still yellow
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