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Yellow bird on the window
Who are you singing for?
With no one here to applaud for you
Shouldn’t you have flown south by now?
You’re alone
You’re alone now
You’re alone
You’re alone now
When your beak don’t fit you right no more
The notes are growing slightly out of tune
You can’t buy a book how to fix your own beak ‘cause
You don’t even own a mirror
You’re alone
And out of work
You’re alone
With no friends
Get a job while you can
The economy’s collapsing
Maybe they’re offering in Japan
Don’t try your luck as a cook
You’d die the minute you flew in
Those humans make a mean fried bird
You better get out of town
