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syd barrett
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birdie hop, he do
he hop along
a loney bird upon
a window there, he, he
there he blow
a windy snow
he knew the snow
i know the snow
a hoppy bird
the antelope ride around a parasol
just to see if he's a man enough
to meet you in the sandpit
on a flying
kind of sighing
in a meddlesome way
you know the way
i see the flies
she's a little kite, the sort you think you might like to fly 'er and like a kite
you get to see her every night
you know the way
she's only paving her way
hectachrome plane
i see the flies
birdie hop, he do
he hop along
a loney bird upon
a window there, he, he,
there he blow
the windy snow,
he know the snow
a hoppy bird
a camel woke up to a polish dawn
wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
he wouldn't like it
wouldn't have the strength to fight it
i see the flies
i'm the only bird
a little third
i lost a quarter
had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day
and in a way you shouldn't like it
hectachrome plane
i see the flies
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