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Walking around I get tired
The same sensations all the time
I want something no one sells
I'd rather be somewhere else

Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird

Dirty floors and unmade beds
Can someone else go to work instead
Money to burn time to waste
I want a taste

Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird

It's a long way down
Street and houses people toytown
And from here to as fro
As I can see there's no one higher
Than me

Up he goes
Into the air
And I want to see
If he gets there
Before he falls
What ever else
He will fall
Depend on this

It's a long way down
Street and houses people toytown
And from here to as fas
As I can see there's no one higher
Than me

He says he has to fly
Says he has to fly
Says he has to fly
Well come on fly

Walking around I get tired
The same sensations all the time
I want something no one sells
I'd rather be somewhere else

Up,up,up where the birds go
Up,up,up where they fly
Up,up,up like a birdman
Up,up,up like a bird

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