Intro: A Am E A Am

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When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.
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It would not ever fly again.
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I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that
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not longer could be heard.
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Uhh?..Never learn to fly.   (2x)
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With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
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a wound in the tear stained mud.
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My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.
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A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:
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Uhh?..Never learn to fly.   (2x)    
    F#m                   A/E                            D#m7(b5)                D7M
I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
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for me, when I was sick and laid in bed.
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Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
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for then I knew that all that lives turns cold.       Cold and dead.
C#m    B    A    B      A     B       A         B          C#m 
And.........now time has passed by beneath my wings.
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[kristoffer gildenlow]
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That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day.

I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe
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find the tree I cleansed of skin.

No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
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And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.
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Uhh?..Never learn to fly.     (4x)
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When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
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and now I'll never ...fly...