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CShe sang like a bird,G high on a wire CAt every chance, soulGful as she could CAnd the words she Amchose were driveCn with such passion Ambut sadlCy, I never undersGtood
CShe sang of God, but Gcursed like a sailor Chad manors of a queenG, but grew up poor AmWith a broken mind she'd stare with no rCeaction Gshe didn't know her Cname or mine or yoGurs
CHey, hey, hey GWhoa, whoa, whoa Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones CMany years can bring yGou all the wisdom CMany years of memoriesG all compiled AmWas cruel to have to watch her grow older CWhile the rest of her Hturned back into a child
CHey, hey, hey GWhoa, whoa, whoa Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones CHey, hey, hey GWhoa, whoa, whoa Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones
CShe sang like a bird dowGn to the wire CMy love, I hope she unGderstood
CHey, hey, hey GWhoa, whoa, whoa Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones CHey, hey, hey Whoa, whoa, whoa GWhoa, whoa, whoa
Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones Dthat's all that's left are feathers and Embones