So what if your heroes changed their minds
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And all you thought was right flew out the window
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And all you based your life on wasn't real
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So what if your hero sells its soul
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And all your wildest dreams seem dull and dreary
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And all your secret thoughts seem cheap and lonesome
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What you going to do so all alone now
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Singing
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So what if your hero fades away
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And all the things you thought were orange were gray now
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Who is it who brings you some new colors
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So what if your hero never was
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What you going to do
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So all alone there
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Singing
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It's partly sunny, it's partly rain, mostly curious
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Or full of pain
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You could learn to love yourself
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Singing to the birds
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And what if your hero never was
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And all the time you wasted wasn't real
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And all your wounds decided just to heal
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And all your wildest dreams were full of color
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And all your secret thoughts belonged to you
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What you going to do so all alone here
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Singing
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It's partly sunny, partly rain, mostly curious or full of pain
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You got to learn to count on someone
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'Cause it's mostly pain
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And it's kind of curious when it rains and
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You could learn to love yourself
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You could learn to love yourself
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You could even learn to be yourself
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Singing to the birds
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Singing to the birds
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Lisa Germano |