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Someone says la la la la lalaMy high flyingHigh flying birdMy high-flying bird has flown from out my armsI thought myself her keeperShe thought I meant her harmMy high flyingHigh flying birdSober in the morning lightThings look so much differentTo how they looked last night'swhispers circulate all dayTheir back-stage baby princess passed awayThe white walls of your dressing roomAre stained in scarlet redYou bled upon the cold stone like a young manIn the foreign field of deathMy high-flying birdHas flown from out my armsI thought myself her keeperShe thought I meant her harmShe thought I was the archerA weather man of wordsMy high-flying birdHas flown from out my armsI thought myself her keeperShe thought I meant her harmShe thought I was the archerA weather man of wordsBut I could never shoot herMy high-flying birdMy high-flying bird...The white walls of your dressing roomAre stained in scarlet redYou bled upon the cold stone like a young manIn the foreign field of death
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