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Great Migration
Little yellow orioleCome escape the urban squalorThere's a pining in your soulYou need to taste that river waterLittle yellow orioleYou appear by the summer weatherHeaded for the Dixon RoadFollow the map and we piece togetherSummer came too lateTen months I had to waitSoon you'll start your greatMigrationSunny afternoon we driveA rusted highwayOur parents hauntedGovernment paved it through nightA civilized gift that we never wantedSummer came too lateTen months I had to waitSoon you'll start your greatMigrationSongtexteWith my mind at easeEight weeks went by like a breezePlease don't make the greatMigrationMigrationMigrationLittle yellow orioleMigrationYou will make the gardens growMigrationMy little yellow oriole
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