And Your Bird Can Sing

You tell me that you’ve ev’ry thing you want,
And your bird can sing,
But you don’t get me, You don’t get me.
You say you’ve seen seven wonders,
And your bird is green,
But you can’t see me, You can’t see me.
When your prized possessions start to wear you down,
Look in my direction I’ll be round,
I’ll be round.
When your bird is broken will it bring you down?
You may be awoken I’ll be round,
I’ll be round.
Tell me that you’ve heard ev’ry sound there is,
And your bird can swing,
But you can’t hear me,
You can’t hear me.

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