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 King Of Birds Lyric |
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A thumbnail sketch, a jeweller抯 stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don抰 lay so still you抮e not yet young
There抯 time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly.
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody抯 looking on
(Old don抰 lay so still you抮e not yet young,
There抯 time to teach, point to point,
point observation, children carry reservations).
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don抰 lay so still, you抮e not yet young
There抯 time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.
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