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Each bird loves to hear himself sing.

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Tradede

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Tratata

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Boo

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Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?

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When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
 A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
 And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
 Joyfully, playfully watching me.
 But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
 Logical, responsible, practical.
 And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
 Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

[cooper]

Love, peace, and unity Siberia! The place to be
The K the L the F EFFIOLOGY
Hallalujiah!!

[illogical]

cooper, this Supertramp band lyrics.
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

[Sir Ryden]

pmed

[illogical]

All our times have come,
Here but now they're gone.
Seasons don't fear the reaper,
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (we can be like they are).

Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper),
Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper).
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper),
Baby, I'm your man.

[illogical]

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin' to do
It's up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
Who in the hell d'you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev'ryone come on

[illogical]

American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don't come hanging around my door
I don't want to see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin' old with you
Now woman, stay away
American woman, listen what I say

[illogical]

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here

[illogical]

Bonum mane.

[illogical]

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop.

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go