Two little birds, caught in my window.
And I told them they don't need to worry.
Gave 'em a board--
So they could climb out.
Climbing up seemed too difficult a feat.
They would try, they'd get it wrong, couldn't do it right
The more they'd try to climb, the more they'd fall again.
Then they would hesitate.
Birds, put your best feet on, sing me your favorite songs,
So go ahead, find your way out.
Fly up and away free, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, find your way out.
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