See that gull on the old sea wall
Some birds fly and others fall asleep
To the beating of their wings
The wind sings, the wind sings

See that babe at her mother's breast
If I could, I'd take my rest
Back in the belly from where I came
Nobody knows my name, knows my name

Half-asleep in a bowl of gruel
No one told me life was cruel
My home is in this valley now
But it's burning down, it's burning down
If I find the fire escape
I'll break the glass and put on my cape
I'll pretend I'm Superman
Where are my friends? Where are my friends?

I'm a poor wayfarer
I got no one to dry my eyes
Time to lay this body down
In the frozen ground, the frozen ground

When I die, Lord, bring me back
As a snow-white gull, I'll make my tracks
On the sandy beach of the English Bay
Then I'll fly away, I'll fly away

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