Prehistoric bird
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Headed for the ocean
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Can I catch a ride
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From my view it looks so fun
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Got to pay our dues
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Before we hit the coastline
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Just a ball of blue
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Somewhere in the sunshine
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The cities down below
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I see New York shine like a fire
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The sparks must be their headlights
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And the bridges take them higher
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We proved it once again
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When we trusted in a feeling
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But did we ever doubt
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That the highest was the ceiling
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The arctic was the first stop
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Since then I've lost the feeling
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By taking what I was given
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And changing it to stealing
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The bird gave up as I did
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In this ever coldest weather
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Hold the flight and spend the night
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And keep warm between my feathers
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Prehistoric bird
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Headed for the ocean
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Can I catch a ride
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From my view it looks so fun
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Got to pay our dues
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Before we hit the coastline
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Just a ball of blue
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Somewhere in the sunshine
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Just a ball of blue
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Somewhere in the sunshine
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Just a ball of blue
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Somewhere in the sunshine
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etc.
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Prehistoric Bird
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