Six in the Morning
I look out the window
The little black birds
They are waiting for me.
Waiting to see if I've
Changed my opinions
To see if I'm
Setting them free
To see if today
They'll be flying away
Or to see if I'm
Holding them down
'Cause I'm clipping their wings
and amongst other things
I'm pinning their wings
to the ground
Pinning their wings
to the ground
Sometimes they ignore me
or beg and implore me
To hold them up higher
to look at the sun
But I'll keep them covered
they'll stay undiscovered
Just waiting for
freedom to come
To see if today
They'll be flying away
Or to see if I'm
Holding them down
'Cause I'm clipping their wings
and amongst other things
I'm pinning their wings
to the ground
Pinning their wings
to the ground
I hope that one day
I can give them away
'Cause when littel black birds
can be turned into words
Well there isn't much reason
to stay
To see if today
They'll be flying away
Or to see if I'm
Holding them down
'Cause I'm clipping their wings
and amongst other things
I'm pinning their wings
to the ground
Pinning their wings
to the ground
Six in the Morning
Six in the Morning

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