Texty: Goldfrapp. Seventh Tree. Little Birds.

She's like a little bird
She flies from a to b
To see what she can see
She's far away from me

We danced down the mall
We danced by the sea
The land of blue gold
Is where we were freed

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Where we were freed
Where we were freed

The shiny blackest crow
Flew out to sail along
Though much to her surprise
He had two mouths for eyes

She understood his words
The crow's feathery pleads
He gave to her his wings
And now she is free

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Now we are free
Now we are free

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