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  • My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    My high-flying, high-flying bird,

    My high-flying bird,

    Has flown from out my arms,
    I thought myself her keeper,
    She thought I meant her harm

    My high-flying, high-flying bird,

    My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    Sober in the morning light
    Things look so much different
    To how they looked last night
    As whispers circulate all day
    Their back-stage baby princess passed away
    The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red

    You bled upon the cold stone like a young man

    In the foreign field of death

    My high-flying bird

    Has flown from out my arms
    I thought myself her keeper

    She thought I meant her harm

    She thought I was the archer
    A weather-man of words
    My high-flying bird

    Has flown from out my arms
    I thought myself her keeper

    She thought I meant her harm
    She thought I was the archer

    A weather-man of words

    But I could never shoot down
    My high-flying bird

    My high-flying, high-flying bird,

    My high-flying, high-flying bird,

    My high-flying, high-flying bird,

    My high-flying, high-flying bird

    The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
    You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,

    In the foreign field of death
  • [00:29.28]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [00:35.46]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
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    [00:41.95]My high-flying bird,
    [00:44.57]
    [00:45.50]Has flown from out my arms,
    [00:48.50]I thought myself her keeper,
    [00:51.69]She thought I meant her harm
    [00:54.49]
    [00:55.05]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [00:58.00]
    [01:01.23]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [01:09.69]Sober in the morning light
    [01:15.61]Things look so much different
    [01:17.64]To how they looked last night
    [01:21.73]As whispers circulate all day
    [01:27.21]Their back-stage baby princess passed away
    [01:33.80]The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red
    [01:39.29]
    [01:40.17]You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
    [01:45.60]
    [01:48.12]In the foreign field of death
    [01:50.46]
    [01:54.39]My high-flying bird
    [01:57.07]
    [01:57.92]Has flown from out my arms
    [02:00.98]I thought myself her keeper
    [02:03.22]
    [02:04.12]She thought I meant her harm
    [02:06.72]
    [02:07.49]She thought I was the archer
    [02:10.61]A weather-man of words
    [02:13.61]My high-flying bird
    [02:17.04]
    [02:17.78]Has flown from out my arms
    [02:20.66]I thought myself her keeper
    [02:22.71]
    [02:23.36]She thought I meant her harm
    [02:26.65]She thought I was the archer
    [02:29.28]
    [02:29.99]A weather-man of words
    [02:33.10]
    [02:33.61]But I could never shoot down
    [02:39.22]My high-flying bird
    [02:42.91]
    [02:43.47]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [02:45.90]
    [02:49.09]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [02:53.08]
    [02:55.39]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
    [02:59.32]
    [03:01.69]My high-flying, high-flying bird
    [03:06.76]
    [03:08.63]The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
    [03:14.75]You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
    [03:19.92]
    [03:23.17]In the foreign field of death