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Of all of the birds I've seen.Of all of those bright of wing.Of all of those decked out like peacocks;I'd be brown and uninteresting.Oh-oh grovel song, I'm sorry that I strung you along.I'm sorry that the bird flu got you.And I was in the wrong.Of all of the birds you saw.Of all of that pretty flock.Of all of them strung like peacocksIt was me that you liked of them all.Oh-oh grovel song, I'm sorry that I strung you along.I'm sorry that the bird flu got you.And I was in the wrong.I'm sorry the sickness got you.But that's what birds'll do to you.I'm sorry I couldn't cure you.I'm sorry I gave you bird flu.SongtexteOh-oh grovel song, I'm sorry that I strung you along.I'm sorry that the bird flu got you.And I was in the wrong.Oh-oh grovel song, I'm sorry that I strung you along.I'm sorry that the bird flu got you.And I was in the wrong.Oh-oh grovel song, I'm sorry that I strung you along.I'm sorry that the bird flu got you.And I was in the wrong. Aus Songtexte Mania