High-flying Bird

Elton John
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down,

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I thought myself her keeper,
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My high-flying bird.
She thought I meant her harm,
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She thought I was the archer,
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The white walls of your dressing
A weather man of words,
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room are stained in scarlet red.
But I could never shoot
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You bled upon the cold stone like a down,
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young man,
My high-flying bird.
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In the foreign field of death.
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Wouldnt it be wonderful is all I
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
heard you say,
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My high-flying, high-flying bird.
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You never closed your eyes at night
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My high-flying, high-flying bird.
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and learned to love daylight,
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Instead you moved away.

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You wore a little cross of gold
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around your neck,
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I saw it as you flew between my
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reasons,
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Like a raven in the night time when
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you left.
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I wear a chain upon my wrist that
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bears no name,
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You touched it and you wore it,
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And you kept it in your pillow all the My high-flying G
bird has flown from
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same.
out my arms,
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I thought myself her keeper,
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My high-flying bird has flown from She thought I meant her D
harm,
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out my arms,
She thought I was the archer,
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I thought myself her keeper,
A weather man of words,
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She thought I meant her harm,
But I could never shoot
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She thought I was the archer,
down,
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A weather man of words,
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My high-flying bird has flown from
But I could never shoot
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out my arms,