Family

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The reasons I do what I do

Is to get away from you

I find my own secret place

Then you burst in through the gates

I want to hide and be alone

But you find me like a honing drone

They say family's the key

But they just keep pestering me

They ask for favors

Then I end up going to the neighbors'

Once I'm by myself

I have to get something from the shelf

When I try to go to sleep

They're always squawking their beaks

But no matter what you do

Family will always be there for you

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