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             She was pregnant in May
             Now they're on their way
             Dashing thru the snow
             To St. John's, here we go

             Well, it could be a boy
             But it's okay if he's girl
             Oh, these things that grow out of
             The things that we give

             We should move to the west side
             They still believe in things
             That give a kid half a chance

             When he pulled off the road
             Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams
             Said he fit an APB,
             A robbery nearby

             And he go for his wallet
             And they thought he was going for a gun
             And the cops blew Bird away

             Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
             Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms
             But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with
             If a son's in a tree building model planes?

             Skeletons,
             Skeletons.



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