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Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess it won't amount to much won't be long before I crush I'll stand in line don't believe a thing they say, today seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs all alone but I'm in a crowded room I'm sinking in quicksand tonight you pick me up and I shine across the sky till morning, then you color me in guess it didn't amount to much seems to me I've lost my touch I'm back in line don't believe a thing they say today turn around and walk away everything will go your way, I pray seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs From Letras Mania