| A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
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| She had fodder in her wings
|
| She had dust inside her brains
|
| She flitted here and there
|
| United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
|
| With fodder in her wings
|
| And dust inside her brains
|
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad
|
| She watched the people, how they live
|
| They’ve forgotten how to give
|
| They had fodder in they’re brains
|
| They had dust inside they’re wings
|
| She watched them how they tried to live
|
| They’ve forgotten how to give
|
| They had fodder in they’re wings
|
| They had dust inside they’re brains
|
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad
|
| A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
|
| She had fodder in her wings
|
| She had dust inside her brains
|
| She flitted here and there
|
| United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
|
| With fodder in her wings
|
| And dust inside her brains
|
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad. |
| Oh how sad
|
| She watched the people, how they live
|
| They’ve forgotten how to give
|
| They had fodder in they’re brains
|
| They had dust inside they’re wings
|
| She watched them how they tried to live
|
| They’ve forgotten how to give
|
| They had fodder in they’re wings
|
| They had dust inside they’re brains |