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My life is like a pigeon, it might look mostly grey It’s really rather ordinary the same day after day My life is like a pigeon I’m just like the rest I’d describe myself as average, certainly not the best I tried to be a parrot I painted myself redI tried to fly really high I tried to get aheadI went on great adventures, pursued glory and fame I dreamt one day that flocks and flocks of birds would know my name But my wings grew rather tired, the paint started to fade Underne