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There's a bluebird in my heart |
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One that's drowning in its own wistful tune |
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For fear of pending tomorrow and lofty full moons |
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(And) never knowing where to start |
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There's a bluebird with a song |
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With little effort how she sings it so well |
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Like a lover with a broken-throated story to tell |
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I've kept her secret for so long |
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Why do you always make me drink alone? |
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When it comes to losing you I'm always on my own |
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There's a bluebird in my heart |
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Drowning in bourbon and brushstrokes all night |
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When all the ordinary sinners take flight |
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No one will ever see your wings |
