What makes people
Born as a bird in a flock of dogs
How come I'm in this place
This life of mine is made to be in the sky
My drink is air
my home is sky
how can I
survive on land
Looking at me, can't you see?
I'm of a different kind from everyone here
Look at me
I have a different life
Look at me
I'm made up of something you can't understand
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