I'm a little black bird
nestled in the dark
you tell me there's and outside
hurricanes and sparks
I'm a little black bird
Nestled In your palm
You tell me there's an outside
I'm sure it can't be as warm.
I don't want to learn to fly
If I want the answers to thousands of questions
Tell me to
Throw them to the wind
I think we've found the one solution
To a thousand questions
Help me clip my wings
I don't want to learn to fly
That would mean I'd say goodbye

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