No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words,
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so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board.
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This Hardy's not for kissing¡¦
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Expression, no explosion,
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or whispered promises in cliche or in rhyme.
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Instead let's talk the secret language of birds.
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Right time but the wrong idea.
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Well, you're making it all sound just the same.
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Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
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still over there in Berkeley Square.
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Do we have problems of communication?
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There's something I don't know and you can't explain it to me.
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Let's talk the secret language of birds.
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Step out of the circus now.
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Learn a new trick and make it stick.
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Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
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still over there in Berkeley Square.
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Finger tracing on misty window:
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I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore,
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as you leave me standing at the station.
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Give it to me ---- the big dawn chorus:
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no whispered promises in cliche or in rhyme.
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Let's talk the secret language of birds.
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Right time but the wrong idea.
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Well, you're making it all sound just the same.
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Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
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still over there in Berkeley Square.
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The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt. II
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| Jethro Tull |
