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I think I see I pigeon up there on the corner of a
Building painted red li-li-li-like the Cannondale my father
Got me when, got me when, got me when I started racing
And I did alright but now I might be losing, I don't know, so
Looking right I see the angel floating at the corner of my shoulder
Look and see that, yeah, there is a devil on the left
And they started singing this melody-dy-dy-dy together
So in stereo I know for sure that
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Oh, oh, poor pigeon I can tell they got you down, now
Got you down, now, got you down, now, got you way down
(Oh, oh, poor pigeon I can tell they got you down, now
Got you down, now, got you down, now, got you way down)
Calling you the rat of birds and kind of words
That'll hurt real, real, real, real, real bad
(Calling you the rat of birds and kind of words
That'll make you feel real, real, real, real bad)
And I know you walk around down there on the ground
Sure you do
Following us, waiting for crumbs, yeah, but
You can also fly high
And I wonder if I
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