Oh, my talking bird
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Though you know so few words
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They're on infinite repeat
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Like your brain can't keep up with your beak
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And you're kept in an open cage
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So you're free to leave or stay
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And sometimes you get confused
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like there's a hint that I'm trying to give you
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And the longer you think
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The less you know what to do
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It's hard to see your way out
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When you live in a house in a house
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'Cause you don't realize
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That the windows were open the whole time
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But oh, my talking bird
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Though your feathers are tattered and furled
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I'll love you all your days
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'Til the breath leaves your delicate frame
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It's all here for you
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As long as you choose to stay
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It's all here for you
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As long as you don't fly away
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Talking Bird
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
