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I don't do well if I'm kept behind an office desk inside it makes me lose my mindWhich wonders endlessly where all the birds fly freely with their silhouettes and perfect symmetryI've got a pocketful of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for meI draw doodles of eccentric faces in the margin spaces of important papersThen I hand them in with a comedic grinYou ask if I need help, oh where do I begin?I've got a pocketful of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for mePeople are good, loving, they tell meDo as you should, all will be well they sayLife is a test, please give the best answerA or B or C, pick one instantlyWhat if there's so much more to me?I've got a pocketful of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for meI've got a pocketful of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for meI've got a pocketful of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anything and that's enough for me Aus Songtexte Mania