[00:01.60]Bird Of Space - Bonnie Dobson
[00:02.94]Written by：Ben McPeek
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[00:19.51]You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
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[00:29.05]And when you can no longer well in the solitude of your heart
[00:35.54]
[00:36.09]You live in your lips
[00:40.10]
[00:40.72]And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
[00:50.09]And in much of your talking
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[00:54.32]Thinking is half murdered
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[01:02.38]For thought is a bird
[01:04.58]A bird of space that in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
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[01:11.48]But can not fly
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[01:16.21]For thought is a bird a bird of space
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[01:20.71]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
[01:25.25]But can not fly but can not fly
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[01:55.38]And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
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[02:04.69]And in much of your talking thinking is half murdered
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[02:16.81]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[02:21.22]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings but can not fly
[02:30.24]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[02:34.77]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
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[02:39.32]For thought is a bird a bird of space
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[02:43.71]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
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Bird Of Space - Bonnie Dobson
Written by：Ben McPeek
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
And when you can no longer well in the solitude of your heart
You live in your lips
And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
And in much of your talking
Thinking is half murdered
For thought is a bird
A bird of space that in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
But can not fly
For thought is a bird a bird of space
That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
But can not fly but can not fly
And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
And in much of your talking thinking is half murdered
For thought is a bird a bird of space
That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings but can not fly
For thought is a bird a bird of space
That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
For thought is a bird a bird of space
That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings