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...and when the bird fell out of its nest the weight of its bum, dropped into the snow...
...nestling down and not realizing it hadn't left its nest at all...
...but it thought that it was a softer nest, a cleaner nest, one without the sticks…
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...and when the bird fell out of its nest the weight of its bum, dropped into the snow...
...nestling down and not realizing it hadn't left its nest at all...
...but it thought that it was a softer nest, a cleaner nest, one without the sticks…
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...and when the bird fell out of its nest the weight of its bum, dropped into the snow...
...nestling down and not realizing it hadn't left its nest at all...
...but it thought that it was a softer nest, a cleaner nest, one without the sticks…
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i see a path,
it's a trail.
i see a road,
thru these woods.
And on that road,
we move so fast.
we move so fast,
it changes us.
and we make the changes
we move so fast,
wheels sprout under us,
then they become wings.
and it changes us.
and not…
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This song features a ukele...
your thoughts are real,
but are they only in your head?
go get it free instead.
eat a pickle on a picnic
on greenland island
on the artic sea.
the iron ball will knock it down
we'll build demolition huts
with our…
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This song features a ukele...
your thoughts are real,
but are they only in your head?
go get it free instead.
eat a pickle on a picnic
on greenland island
on the artic sea.
the iron ball will knock it down
we'll build demolition huts
with our…
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i see a path,
it's a trail.
i see a road,
thru these woods.
And on that road,
we move so fast.
we move so fast,
it changes us.
and we make the changes
we move so fast,
wheels sprout under us,
then they become wings.
and it changes us.
and not…
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gushing surge of opulence,
cavaliers to complete nonsense.
the true soldiers of misfortune
are mings and chengs
drowning in the democratic fabric from our nation.
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gushing surge of opulence,
cavaliers to complete nonsense.
the true soldiers of misfortune
are mings and chengs
drowning in the democratic fabric from our nation.
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i see a path,
it's a trail.
i see a road,
thru these woods.
And on that road,
we move so fast.
we move so fast,
it changes us.
and we make the changes
we move so fast,
wheels sprout under us,
then they become wings.
and it changes us.
and not…
Uploaded
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